Psalms 102-103

Psalm 102 (2 of 2)

1 THOU shalt arise, and mercy have Upon Thy Sion yet; The time to favour her is come, The time that Thou hast set.

2 For in her rubbish and her stones Thy servants pleasure take;

Yea, they the very dust thereof Do favour for her sake.

3 So shall the heathen people fear The Lord's most holy name; And all the kings on earth shall dread Thy glory and Thy fame.

4 When Sion by the mighty Lord Built up again shall be, Then shall her gracious God appear In glorious majesty.

Scotch Version, 1641, a.

Psalm 103 (1 of 2)

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

2 God will not always chide; And when His strokes are felt, His strokes are fewer than our crimes, And lighter than our guilt.

3 High as the heavens are raised Above the ground we tread, So far the riches of His grace Our highest thoughts exceed.

4 His power subdues our sins; And His forgiving love, Far as the east is from the west, Doth all our guilt remove.

5 The pity of the Lord, To those that fear His name, Is such as tender parents feel;

He knows our feeble frame.

6 He knows we are but dust, Scatter'd with every breath; His anger, like a rising wind, Can send us swift to death.

7 Our days are as the grass, Or like the morning flower;

If one sharp blast sweep o'er the field, It withers in an hour

8 But Thy compassions, Lord, To endless years endure; And children's children ever find, Thy words of promise sure.

Isaac Watts, 1719

Psalm 103 (2 of 2)

1 O BLESS the Lord, my soul!

Let all within me join, And aid my tongue to bless His name, Whose favours are divine.

2 Oh, bless the Lord, my soul, Nor let His mercies lie Forgotten in unthankfulness, And without praises die.

3 'Tis He forgives thy sins;

'Tis He relieves thy pain;

'Tis He that heals thy sicknesses, And makes thee young again.

4 He crowns thy life with love. When ransom'd from the grave;

He that redeem'd my soul from hell Hath sovereign power to save.

5 He fills the poor with good, He gives the sufferers rest; The Lord hath judgments for the proud And justice for the oppress'd.

6 His wondrous works and ways He made by Moses known; But sent the world His truth and grace By His beloved Son.

Isaac Watts, 1719.