Text: | Blessing God |
Author: | Watts |
1 Bless O my soul, the living God
Call home thy thoughts that rove abroad
Let all the pow'rs within me join,
In work and worship so divine.
2 Bless, O my soul, the God of grace;
His favours claim thy highest praise
Why should the wonders he hath wrought
Be lost in silence, and forgot?
3 '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.
4 Our youth decay'd his pow'r repairs;
His mercy crowns our growing years
He satisfies our mouths with good,
And fills our hopes with heav'nly food.
5 Let the whole earth his pow'r confess,
Let the whole earth adore his grace,
The Gentile with the Jew shall join
In work and worship so divine.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Bless, O my soul, the living God |
Title: | Blessing God |
Author: | Watts |
Meter: | Long Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1790 |