1 Bless, O my soul, the living God;
call home thy thoughts that rove abroad;
let all the powers within me join
in work and worship so divine.
2 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?
3 How slowly doth his wrath arise!
On swifter wings salvation flies.
Let the whole earth his power confess;
let the whole earth adore his grace.
4 'Tis he, my soul, that sent his Son
to die for crimes which thou hast done;
he owns the ransom and forgives
the hourly follies of our lives.
5 Our God, his love is ever sure
to all his saints, and shall endure;
form age to age his truth shall reign,
nor children's children hope in vain.
|First Line:||Bless, O my soul, the living God|
|Title:||Bless, O My Soul, the Living God|
|Author:||Isaac Watts (1719)|
|Topic:||Children: Hymns about|