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PRAISE TO GOD |
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2 O bless the Lord, my soul! His mercies bear in mind! Forget not all His benefits! The Lord to thee is kind. |
4 He pardons all thy sins;
Prolongs thy feeble breath; He healeth thine infirmities, And ransoms thee from death. |
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3 He will not always chide;
He will with patience wait; His wrath is ever slow to rise, And ready to abate. |
5 Then bless His holy name,
Whose grace hath made thee whole, Whose loving-kindness crowns thy days! O bless the Lord, my soul!
J. Montgomery, i8iq
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2 High as the heavens are raised
Above the ground we tread, So far the riches of His grace Our highest thoughts exceed.
3 His power subdues our sins,
And His forgiving love, |
Far as the east is from the west, Doth all our guilt remove.
4 The pity of the Lord
To those that fear His name Is such as tender parents feel; He knows our feeble frame. |
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