The Book of Psalms

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6 The Lord doth judgment execute For all downtrodden ones;

His ways to Moses made he known,
His acts to Isr'el's sons.

7 The Lord is ever merciful,

And gracious he is found;
To wrath and anger he is slow,
In mercy doth abound.

8 He will not chide for evermore,
Nor keep his anger still;

With us he dealt not as we sinned

Nor did requite our ill.

9 For as the heaven in its height
The earth surmounteth far;
So great to those that do him fear
His tender mercies are.

10 As far as east is distant from

The west so far hath he

From us removed in gracious love
All our iniquity.

II Such pity as a father hath
And shows his children dear,
Like pity shows the Lord to such
As worship him in fear.

12 For he remembers we are dust
And he our frame well knows;
Frail man his days are like the grass,
As flower in field he grows;

13 For over it the wind doth pass
And it away is gone;

And of the place where once it was
It shall no more be known.

14 But unto them that fear the Lord
His mercy never ends;

And to their children's children still
His righteousness extends;

15 To such as keep his covenant
Nor from it go astray,

Who his commandments bear in mind
And faithfully obey.

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5 He made known his ways to Moses,
And his acts to Isr'el's race;

Tender, loving is Jehovah,

Slow to anger, rich in grace.

6 He will not forever chide us
Nor will keep his anger still;
Hath not dealt as we offended
Nor requited us our ill.

7 For as high as is the heaven,
Far above the earth below,
Ever great to them that fear him
Is the mercy he will show.

8 Far as east from west is distant
He hath put away our sin;
Like the pity of a father

Hath Jehovah's pity been.

9 For our frame he well remembers,
That we are but dust he knows;
As for man like grass he rises,
As the flower in field he grows;

10 Over it the wind now passeth,
In a moment it is gone;

In the place where once it flourished
It shall never more be known.

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