1. 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,
    And lighter than our guilt.

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Text
Author: Isaac Watts (Psalm 103:8-10)
Meter: SM
Hesperian Harp: Page 210

Music
Yamaha PSS480 Instrumentation: Piccolo, Ocarina, Recorder, Bassoon, Cello, Tubular Bells
Time: 1:18

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