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My soul, give praise unto the Lord,
my spirit, do the same;
And all the secrets of my heart,
praise ye his holy Name:
Praise thou the Lord, my soul, who hath
to thee been very kind;
And suffer not his benefits
to slip out of thy mind:
That gave thee pardon for thy faults,
and thee restored again
From all thy weak and frail disease,
and healed thee of thy pain;
That did redeem thy life from death,
from which thou could'st not flee,
His mercy and compassion both
he did extend to thee;
That filled with goodness thy desire,
and did thy youth prolong,
Like as the eagle casts her bill,
again becoming young.
The Lord with justice, doth repay
all such as are oppressed
So that their sufferings and wrongs
Are turnèd to the best.
His ways and his commandments all
to Moses he did show,
His counsels and his valiant acts
the Israelites did know.
The Lord is kind and merciful,
when sinners do him grieve,
The slowest to conceive a wrath,
and readiest to forgive:
He will not always chiding be,
though we be full of strife;
Nor keep our faults in memory,
for all our sinful life.
According to our sins also
he doth us not regard,
And after our iniquities
he doth us not reward:
But as the space is wondrous great
'twixt earth and heav'n above;
So is his goodness much more large
to them that do him love.
He doth remove our sins from us,
and our offences all,
As far as the sun-rising is
full distant from his fall.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1549,1812
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 103:1-12;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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Song #
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| 1812 | # 103 |
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