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My soul, now praise thy Maker!

Author: Gramann Hymnal: Chorale Book for England, The #7 (1863) Meter: 7.8.7.8.7.6.7.6.7.6.7.6 Lyrics: My soul, now praise 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 Still bears with all thy sin, Who healeth all thy weakness, Renews thy life within, Whose grace and care are endless, And sav'd thee thro' the past; Who leaves no suff'rer friendless, But rights the wrong'd at last! He shows to man His treasure Of judgment, truth, and righteousness, His love beyond our measure, His yearning pity o'er distress; Nor treats us as we merit, But lays His anger by, The humble contrite spirit Finds His compassions nigh; And high as heaven above us, As break from close of day, So far, since He doth love us, He puts our sins away. 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, A storm-wind o'er them passes, And all their bloom is o'er,-- We wither like the grasses, Our place knows us no more. 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 praise the Lord! Languages: English
My soul, now praise thy Maker!
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My soul, now bless thy Maker!

Author: J. Graumann, 1540 Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnary #7 (1913) 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; And high as heaven above us, As break from close of day, So far, since He doth love us, He puts our sins away. 3 For, as a tender father Hath pity on his children here, He in His arms doth 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; A storm but o'er them passes, And all their bloom is o'er,-- We wither like the grasses, Our place knows us no more. 4 God's grace alone endureth, And children's children yet shall prove How He 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 praise the Lord! Topics: Worship in General Prayer and Praise; Worship in General Prayer and Praise; Praise and Prayer Tune Title: [My soul, now bless thy maker!]
My soul, now bless thy Maker!
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My Soul, now Bless Thy Maker

Author: Miss C. Winkworth; J. Graumann Hymnal: Concordia #26 (1918) First Line: My soul, now bless Thy Maker! 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, Who saved thee through the past; Who leaves no suff'rer 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; And high as heav'n above us, As break from close of day, So far, since He doth love us, He puts our sins away. 3 For, as a tender father Hath pity on his children here, He in His arms doth 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; A storm but o'er them passes, And all their bloom is o'er,-- We wither like the grasses, Our place knows us no more. 4 God's grace alone endureth, And children's children yet shall prove How He with strength asssureth The hearts of all that seek His love. In heav'n 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 praise the Lord! Topics: Praise and Prayer Praise; Thanksgiving; Closing Hymns Languages: English Tune Title: MIN SJAEL, MIN SJAEL
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My Soul, Now Praise Thy Maker

Author: Johann Graumann; Catherine Winkworth Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #4367 Meter: 7.8.7.8.7.6.7.6.7.6.7.6 Lyrics: 1. My soul, now praise 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 Still bears with all thy sin, Who healeth all thy weakness, Renews thy life within. Whose grace and care are endless And saved thee thro’ the past; Who leaves no suff’rer 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; And high as Heav’n above us, As break from close of day, So far, since He doth love us, He puts 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. God’s grace alone endureth, And children’s children yet shall prove How He with strength assureth The hearts of all that seek His love. In Heav’n 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 praise the Lord! Languages: English Tune Title: NUN LOB
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My Soul, now bless thy Maker!

Hymnal: Christian Hymns #272 (1898) Meter: 7.8.7.8.7.6.7.6.7.6.7.6 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, Who 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 doth 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; A storm but o'er them passes, And all their bloom is o'er; We wither like the grasses, Our place knows us no more. 4 God's grace alone endureth, And children's children yet shall prove How He 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 praise the Lord! Topics: Gpd the Father, the Creator; God the Father Mercy of; God the Father Providence of; Gratitude to God and Christ Languages: English Tune Title: MY SOUL, NOW BLESS THY MAKER
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My Soul, Now Bless Thy Maker

Author: Catherine Winkworth; J. Graumann Hymnal: American Lutheran Hymnal #592 (1930) Meter: 7.8.7.8.7.6.7.6.7.6.7.6 First Line: My soul, now bless thy Maker! 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 thou not, His meekness Now cleanseth thee from sin; He healeth all thy weakness, Renews thy life within; His grace and care are endless, He saved thee thro' the past; He leaves no suff'rer friendless, But rights the wrongt 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; And high as heav'n above us, As break from close of day, So far, since He doth love us, He puts our sins away. 3 For, as a tender father Hath pity on his children here, He in His arms doth 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; A storm but o'er them passes, And all their bloom is o'er,-- We wither like the grasses, Our place knows us no more. 4 God's grace alone endureth, And children's children yet shall prove How He with strength assureth The hearts of all that seek His love. In heav'n is fixed His dwelling; His rule is over all; Bright hosts, in might excelling, Are at His beck and call. Praise Him who ever reigneth, All ye who hear His Word; He ne'er our hymns disdaineth,-- My soul, O praise the Lord! Topics: Praise Languages: English Tune Title: KUGELMANN
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My Soul, Now Bless thy Maker

Author: Catherine Winkworth; Johann Gramann Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnal #34 (1941) Meter: 7.8.7.8.7.6.7.6.7.6.7.6 First Line: My soul, now bless thy Maker! Lyrics: 1 My soul, now bless thy Maker! Let all within me bless His name Who maketh thee full partaker Of mercies more than thou dar'st claim. Forget Him not whose meekness Still bears with all thy sin, Who healeth all thy weakness, Renews thy life within; Whose grace and care are endless And saved thee thro' the past; Who leaves no suff'rer friendless, But rights the wronged at last. 2 He shows to man 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 lays His anger by. The humble, contrite spirit Finds His compassion nigh; And high as heav'n above us, As dawn from close of day, So far, since He doth love us, He puts 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 God's grace alone endureth, And children's children yet shall prove How He with strength assureth The hearts of all that seek His love. In heav'n is fixed His dwelling, His rule is over all; Angels, in might excelling, Bright hosts, before Him fall. Praise Him who ever reigneth, All you who hear His Word, Nor our poor hymns disdaineth-- My soul, O bless the Lord! Amen. Topics: Adoration Worship and Praise Scripture: Psalm 103 Languages: English Tune Title: NUN LOB, MEIN' SEEL'
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My soul, now praise Thy Maker!

Author: Graumann Hymnal: Hymn Book #97 (1884) Lyrics: 1 My soul, now praise 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 Still bears with 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; And high as heaven above us, As break from close of day, So far, since He doth love us, He puts 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; A storm but o’er them passes, And all their bloom is o’er, We wither like the grasses, Our place knows us no more. 4 God’s grace alone endureth, And children’s children yet shall prove, How He 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 praise the Lord! Topics: Praise and Thanksgiving Languages: English
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My Soul, Now Bless Thy Maker

Author: J. Gramann, 1487-1541; C. Winkworth, 1827-78 Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymnary #456 (1996) Meter: 7.8.7.8.7.6.7.6.7.6.7.6 Lyrics: 1 My soul, now bless thy Maker! Let all within me bless His name Who maketh thee partaker Of mercies more than thou dare claim. Forget Him not whose meekness Still bears with 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 suff'rer 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; And high as heav'n above us, As break from close of day, So far, since He doth love us, He puts 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 God's grace alone endureth, And children's children yet shall prove How He with strength assureth The hearts of all that seek His love. In heav'n 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: Trinity 12 Scripture: Psalm 103 Languages: English Tune Title: NUN LOB, MEIN SEEL
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My soul, now bless thy Maker!

Author: C. Winkworth; J. Graumann Hymnal: Wartburg Hymnal #338 (1918) 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, Who saved thee through the past; Who leaves no suff'rer 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; And high as heaven above us, As break from close of day, So far, since He doth love 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 storm but o'er them passes, And all their bloom is o'er,-- We wither like the grasses, Our place knows us no more. 4 God's grace alone endureth, And children's children yet shall prove How He 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 praise the Lord. Topics: Praise
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