Indexes for The Sacred Harp, 1991 Edition
36t America
Words: Isaac Watts, 1719
Music: Truman S. Wetmore, 1798
Meter: Short Meter (6,6,8,6)
My soul repeat His praise,
Whose mercies are so great,
Whose anger is so slow to rise,
So ready to abate.
High as the heav’ns are raised,
Above the ground we tread,
So far the riches of His grace,
Our highest thoughts exceed.
His pow’r subdues our sins,
And His forgiving love,
Far as the east is from the west,
Doth all our guilt remove.
Whose mercies are so great,
Whose anger is so slow to rise,
So ready to abate.
High as the heav’ns are raised,
Above the ground we tread,
So far the riches of His grace,
Our highest thoughts exceed.
His pow’r subdues our sins,
And His forgiving love,
Far as the east is from the west,
Doth all our guilt remove.