71. O, bless the Lord, my soul!

1 O, bless the Lord, my soul!
Let all within me join,
And aid my tongue to bless His name
Whose favors are divine,
Whose favors are divine.

2 O, bless the Lord, my soul!
Nor let His mercies lie
Forgotten in unthankfulness,
And without praises die,
And without praises die.

3 'Tis He forgives thy sins;
'Tis He relieves thy pain;
'Tis He that heals thy sicknesses
And gives thee strength again,
And gives thee strength again.

4 He crowns thy life with love,
When rescued from the grave;
He that redeemed my soul from death
Hath sovereign power to save,
Hath sovereign power to save.

5 He fills the poor with good;
He gives the sufferers rest:
The Lord hath judgments for the proud,
And justice for th'oppressed,
And justice for th'oppressed.

6 His wondrous works and ways
He made by Moses known;
But sent the world His truth and grace
By His belovèd Son,
By His belovèd Son.

Amen.

Text Information
First Line: O, bless the Lord, my soul!
Author: Isaac Watts (1719, a.)
Meter: S. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1899
Topic: God: Goodness of; God: Grace of; God: Mercies of (2 more...)
Tune Information
Name: FONT HILL
Composer: Luther O. Emerson
Meter: S. M.



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