My soul, repeat His praise,
Whose mercies are so great;
Whose anger is so slow to rise,
So ready to abate

Psalm 103 Poetry Part II
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My soul, repeat His praise,
Whose mercies are so great;
Whose anger is so slow to rise,
So ready to abate
Bless, O my soul, the God of grace;
His favors claim thy highest praise:
Why should the wonders he hath wrought
Be lost in silence and forgot?