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 our sins;
'Tis he relives thy pain;
'Tis he that heals thy sicknesses,
And gives thee strength again.
4 He crowns thy life with love,
When rescu'd from the grave,
He that redeem'd our souls from death
Hath boundless pow'r to save.
5 He fills the poor with good;
He gives the suff'rers rest;
The Lord hath justice for the proud,
And mercy 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.
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First Line: | O bless the Lord, my soul! |
Meter: | S. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1814 |
Topic: | Praise and Thanksgiving |