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Let us 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 wrath is felt,
Its strokes are fewer than our crimes,
And lighter than our guilt.
High as the heavens are raised
Above the ground we tread,
So far the riches of his grace
Our highest thoughts exceed.
His power subdues our sins,
And his forgiving love,
Far as the east is from the west,
Doth all our guilt remove.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 103:8-12;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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ABENDS
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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1874,1875
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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| # 703 | Ab | | # 566 | Ab | | # 308 | Ab | | # 942 | Ab | | # 24 | Ab |
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