 MY soul, repeat his praise, Whose mercies are so great; Whose anger is so slow to rise, So ready to abate. 2 God will not always chide ; And when his strokes are felt, His strokes are fewer than our crimes.  Sailors' Hymn-book - 24. oldalszerző: George Charles Smith - 1823 - 204 oldalTeljes nézet - Információ erről a könyvről
 | 1824 - 304 oldal
...pursue Whate'er thy will commands ! 35. s. M. The Mercy of God to frail Man. 1 GREAT GOD ! we sing thy praise, Whose mercies are so great ; Whose anger is so slow to rise, So ready to abate. 2 High as the heavens are rais'd Above the ground we tread, So far the riches of thy grace Our highest... | |
 | 1825 - 260 oldal
...proclaim; Let all our souls, with all their might, Conspire to praise his name. 2 Come, let our souls repeat his praise, Whose mercies are so great; Whose anger is so slow to rise, So ready to abate. 3 Far as the heaven above the earth Its lofty arch extends, So far his love to sinful man Our utmost... | |
 | Pocket prayer book - 1825 - 578 oldal
...Jesus our Saviour, in whom we desire to be found in life, in death, and for ever. Amen. HYMN. My soul, repeat his praise. Whose mercies are so great ; Whose anger is so slow to rise. So ready to abate. God will not always chide ; And when his strokes are felt, His strokes are fewer than our crime*. And... | |
 | Robert Taylor Hunt - 1825 - 382 oldal
...righteousness mine. JL I ffffffffffffff Mansfield. MY soul repeat his praise, Whose mercies are sd great ; Whose anger is so slow to rise, So ready to abate. God will not always chide, And when his strokes are felt, His strokes are fewer than our crimes, And... | |
 | 1826 - 474 oldal
...saint rejoice, the sinner not despair. 141. s. M. WATTS. Mercy in the midst of judgement. 1. MY soul, repeat his praise, Whose mercies are so great; Whose anger is so slow to rise, So ready to abate. 2. High as the heavens are raised Above the ground we tread, So far the riches of his grace Our highest... | |
 | Henry Forster Burder, Isaac Watts - 1826 - 476 oldal
...the world his truth and gr^cc, By his beloved Sop. i . , w ,- „;•:# 3! i 26. -(PSALM i03-) soul, repeat his praise, ," Whose mercies are so great;.' . Whose anger is so slow to rise, Sp ready to ab^e... ,,, ^ ?£ God will not always chide ; , • j"». And when his strokes are felt,... | |
 | Isaac Watts - 1827 - 204 oldal
...By his beloved Son. PSALM CIII. ver. 8-18. Second Part. (SM) Abounding compassion of God. 1 MY soul repeat his praise, Whose mercies are so great, Whose...2 God will not always chide : And when his strokes are felt, His strokes are fewer than our crimes, And lighter than our guilt, 3 High as the heav'ns... | |
 | 1827 - 444 oldal
...all my days be thine ! Mrs. Steele. 262. s. M. The Mercy of God to frail Man. Ps. ciii. 1 Mv soul ! repeat his praise, Whose mercies are so great ; Whose anger is so slow to rise, So ready to abate. 2 High as the heavens are raised Above the ground we tread, So far the riches of his grace Our highest... | |
 | Joseph CHAMBERLAIN (Minister of Salem Chapel, Leicester.) - 1829 - 228 oldal
...praises give; And, by sweet experience taught, Call upon him while we live. 26. Thanksgiving. s. M. soul, repeat his praise, Whose mercies are so great; Whose anger is so slow to rise, So ready to abate. High as the heav'ns are rais'd • Above the ground we tread, So far the riches of his grace Our highest... | |
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