180 | Doctor Watts's imitation of the Psalms of David, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (3rd ed.)#181a | 181b |
1 Oh bless the Lord, my soul!
Let all within me join,
And aid my tongue to bless his name,
Whose favours are divine.
2 Oh bless the Lord, my soul;
Nor let his mercies lie,
Forgotten in unthankfulness;
And without praises die.
3 'Tis he forgives thy sins,
'Tis he relieves thy pain,
'Tis he that heals thy sicknesses,
And makes the young again.
4 He crowns thy life with love,
When ransom'd from the grave;
He that redeem'd my soul from hell
Hath sovereign power to save.
5 He fills the poor with good;
He gives the sufferers rest;
The Lord hath judgements for the proud,
And justice for th' opprest.
6 His wondrous works and ways
He made by Moses known;
But sent the world his truth and grace
By his beloved Son.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Oh bless the Lord, my soul! |
Title: | Praise for Spiritual and Temporal Mercies |
Meter: | Short Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1786 |
Scripture: | |
Topic: | Afflictions: gentle; Angels: praise the Lord; Compassion of God(6 more...) |
Notes: | First Part |