1 O bless the Lord, my soul;
Let all within me join,
And aid my tongue to bless his name,
Whose favors are divine.
2 O bless the Lord, my soul,
Nor let his mercies lie
Forgotten in unthankfulness,
And without praises die.
3 'Tis he forgives your sins,
'Tis he relieves your pain,
'Tis he that heals your sicknesses,
And makes you young again.
4 He crowns your life with love,
When ransomed from the grave;
He that redeemed my soul from hell
Hath sovereign pow'r to save.
5 He fills the poor with good;
He gives the suff'rers rest;
The Lord has judgments for the proud,
And justice for th'oppressed.
6 His wondrous works and ways
He made by Moses known;
But sent the world his truth and grace
By his beloved Son.
|First Line:||O bless the Lord, my soul|
|Title:||O Bless the Lord, My Soul|
|Author:||Isaac Watts (1719; mod.)|
|Topic:||God: His Love and Grace; God: Mercies of; Poor|
|Source:||Genevan Psalter, 1543|