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<h2>THE LORD, HOW WONDROUS ARE HIS WAYS</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“The Lord is merciful and gracious, slow to anger, and plenteous in mercy.” Psalm 103:8</h3></p>
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<span class="cou">Courtesy of KRH Lawrence</span></td>
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<td><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_w_a_watts_i.html" target="_blank">Isaac Watts</a>, <em>The Psalms of David</em>, 1719.
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Federal Street,” <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_o_l_oliver_hk.html" target="_blank">Henry Kemble Oliver</a>, 1832 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_f_fedstret.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<p>The Lord, how wondrous are His ways!<br>
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How firm His truth! how large His grace!<br>
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He takes His mercy for His throne,<br>
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And thence He makes His glories known.</p>
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<p>Not half so high His power hath spread<br>
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The starry heav’ns above our head,<br>
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As His rich love exceeds our praise,<br>
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Exceeds the highest hopes we raise.</p>
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<p>Not half so far hath nature placed<br>
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The rising morning from the west,<br>
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As His forgiving grace removes<br>
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The daily guilt of those He loves.</p>
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<p>How slowly doth His wrath arise!<br>
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On swifter wings salvation flies;<br>
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And if He lets His anger burn,<br>
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How soon His frowns to pity turn.</p>
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<p>Amidst His wrath compassion shines;<br>
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His strokes are lighter than our sins;<br>
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And while His rod corrects His saints,<br>
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His ear indulges their complaints.</p>
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<p>So fathers their young sons chastise<br>
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With gentle hand and melting eyes;<br>
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The children weep beneath the smart,<br>
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And move the pity of their heart.</p>
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<p>The mighty God, the wise and just,<br>
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Knows that our frame is feeble dust;<br>
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And will no heavy loads impose<br>
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Beyond the strength that He bestows.</p>
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<p>He knows how soon our nature dies,<br>
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Blasted by every wind that flies;<br>
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Like grass we spring, and die as soon,<br>
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Or morning flowers that fade at noon.</p>
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<p>But His eternal love is sure<br>
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To all the saints, and shall endure;<br>
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From age to age His truth shall reign,<br>
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Nor children’s children hope in vain.</p>
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