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My Soul, now bless thy Maker!

Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymn-book #59 (1918) Meter: 7.8 Lyrics: 1 My Soul, now bless thy Maker! Let all within me bless His name, Who maketh thee partaker Of mercies more than thou dar'st claim! Forget Him not, whose meekness Forgiveth all thy sin; Who healeth all thy weakness, Renews thy life within; Whose grace and care are endless, And saved thee through the past; Who leaves no sufferer friendless, But rights the wronged at last! 2 He shows to man His treasure Of judgment, truth, and righteousness, His love beyond all measure, His yearning pity o'er distress; Nor treats us as we merit, But sets His anger by, The humble, contrite spirit Finds His compassion nigh; Far as the heavens above us, As break from close of day, So far, since He doth love us, He casts our sins away. 3 For as a tender father Hath pity on his children here, He in His arms will gather All who are His in childlike fear. He knows how frail our powers, Who but from dust are made, We flourish as the flowers, And even so we fade, The wind but o'er them passes, And all their bloom is o'er,-- We wither like the grasses, Our place knows us no more. 4 His grace alone endureth, And children's children yet shall prove How God with strength assureth The hearts of all that seek His love. In heaven is fixed His dwelling, His rule is over all; Angels in might excelling, Bright hosts, before Him fall! Praise Him who ever reigneth, All ye who hear His Word, Nor our poor hymns disdaineth;-- My soul, O bless the Lord! Topics: Praise Languages: English

My Soul, now bless thy Maker!

Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymn-book #319 (1893) Meter: 7.8.7.6 Lyrics: 1 MY Soul, now bless thy Maker! Let all within me bless His name, Who maketh thee partaker Of mercies more than thou dar'st claim! Forget Him not, whose meekness Forgiveth all thy sin; Who healeth all thy weakness, Renews thy life within; Whose grace and care are endless, And saved thee through the past; Who leaves no sufferer friendless, But rights the wronged at last! 2 He shows to man His treasure Of judgment, truth and righteousness, His love beyond all measure, His yearning pity o'er distress; Nor treats us as we merit, But lays His anger by, The humble, contrite spirit Finds His compassion nigh; Far as the heavens above us, As break from close of day, So far, since He doth love us, He casts our sins away. 3 For as a tender father Hath pity on his children here, He in His arms will gather All who are His in childlike fear. He knows how frail our powers, Who but from dust are made, We flourish like the flowers, And even so we fade, The wind but o'er them passes, And all their bloom is o'er,-- We wither like the grasses, Our place knows us no more. 4 His grace alone endureth, And children's children yet shall prove How God with strength assureth The hearts of all that seek His love. In heaven is fixed His dwelling, His rule is over all; Angels in might excelling, Bright hosts, before Him fall! Praise Him who ever reigneth, All ye who hear His Word, Nor our poor hymns disdaineth;-- My soul, O bless the Lord! Topics: Praise Languages: English

My Soul, Now Praise Your Maker

Author: Johann Gramann, 1487-1541; Catherine Winkworth, 1829-78 Hymnal: Lutheran Worship #453 (1982) Meter: Irregular First Line: My soul, now praise your Maker! Lyrics: 1 My soul, now praise your Maker! Let all within me bless his name Who makes you full partaker Of mercies more than you dare claim. Forget him not whose meekness Still bears with all your sin, Who heals your ev'ry weakness, Renews your life within; Whose grace and care are endless And saved you through the past; Who leaves no suff'rer friendless But rights the wronged at last. 2 He offers all his treasure Of justice, truth, and righteousness, His love beyond all measure, His yearning pity o'er distress; Nor treats us as we merit But sets his anger by. The poor and contrite spirit Finds his compassion nigh; And high as heav'n above us, As break from close of day, So far, since he has loved us, He puts our sins away. 3 For as a loving mother Has pity on her children here, God in his arms will gather All those who him like children fear. He knows how frail our powers, Who but from dust are made. We flourish as the flowers, And even so we fade; The wind but o'er them passes, And all their bloom is o'er. We wither like the grasses; Our place knows us no more. 4 His grace remains forever, And children's children yet shall prove That God forsakes them never Who in true fear shall seek his love. In heav'n is fixed his dwelling, His rule is over all; You hosts with might excelling, With praise before him fall. Praise him forever reigning, All here who hear his Word-- Our life and all sustaining. My soul, oh, praise the Lord! Topics: Communion of Saints; Justification; Praise and Adoration Languages: English Tune Title: NUN LOB, MEIN SEEL

My Soul, Now Praise Your Maker

Author: Catherine Winkworth, 1820-1878; Johann Graumann, 1487-1541 Hymnal: Lutheran Book of Worship #519 (1978) First Line: My soul, now praise your maker! Lyrics: 1 My soul, now praise your maker! Let all within me bless his name Who makes you full partaker Of mercies more than you dare claim. Forget him not whose meekness Still bears with all your sin, Who heals your ev'ry weakness, Renews your life within; Whose grace and care are endless And saved you through the past; Who leaves no suff'rer friendless, But rights the wronged at last. 2 He offers all his treasure Of justice, truth, and righteousness, His love beyond all measure, His yearning pity o'er distress, Nor treats us as we merit, But sets his anger by. The poor and contrite spirit Finds his compassion nigh; And high as heav'n above us, As break from close of day, So far, since he has loved us, He puts our sins away. 3 For as a loving mother Has pity on her children here, God in his arms will gather All those who him like children fear. He knows how frail our powers, Who but from dust are made. We flourish as the flowers, And even so we fade; The wind but o'er them passes, And all their bloom is o'er. We wither like the grasses; Our place knows us no more. 4 His grace remains forever, And children's children yet shall prove That God forsakes them never Who in true fear shall seek his love. In heav'n is fixed his dwelling, His rule is over all; You hosts with might excelling, With praise before him fall. Praise him forever reigning, All here who hear his Word - Our life and all sustaining. My soul, oh, praise the Lord! Topics: Community in Christ; Justification; Praise, Adoration Languages: English Tune Title: NUN LOB MEIN SEEL

My Soul, Now Praise Your Maker!

Author: Johann Gramann, 1487-1541; Catherine Winkworth, 1827-78 Hymnal: Lutheran Service Book #820 (2006) Meter: 7.8.7.8.7.6.7.6.7.6.7.6 First Line: My soul now praise your Maker! Lyrics: 1 My soul, now praise your Maker! Let all within me bless His name Who makes you full partaker Of mercies more than you dare claim. Forget Him not whose meekness Still bears with all your sin, Who heals your ev'ry weakness, Renews your life within; Whose grace and care are endless And saved you through the past; Who leaves no suff'rer friendless But rights the wronged at last. 2 He offers all His treasure Of justice, truth, and righteousness, His love beyond all measure, His yearning pity o'er distress, Nor treats us as we merit But sets His anger by. The poor and contrite spirit Finds His compassion nigh; And high as heav'n above us, As dawn from close of day, So far, since He has loved us, He puts our sins away. 3 For as a tender father Has pity on His children here, God in His arms will gather All who are His in childlike fear. He knows how frail our powers, Who but from dust are made. We flourish like the flowers, And even so we fade; The wind but through them passes, And all their bloom is o'er. We wither like the grasses; Our place knows us no more. 4 His grace remains forever, And children's children yet shall prove That God forsakes them never Who in true fear shall seek His love. In heav'n is fixed His dwelling, His rule is over all; O hosts with might excelling, With praise before Him fall. Praise Him forever reigning, All you who hear His Word-- Our life and all sustaining. My soul, O praise the Lord! Topics: Psalm paraphrase Psalm 103 Scripture: Psalm 103 Languages: English Tune Title: NUN LOB, MEIN SEEL