1 Oh, bless the Lord, my soul!
Let all within me join,
And aid my tongue to bless His name
Whose favors 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 given thee strength again.
4 He crowns thy life with love,
When rescued from the grave,
He, that redeem'd our souls from death,
Hath boundless power to save.
5 He fills the poor with good;
He gives the suff'rers rest.
The Lord hath justice for the proud,
And mercy for the oppress'd.
6 His wondrous works and ways
He made by Moses known;
But sent the world His truth and grace
By His belovéd Son.
| Text Information | |
|---|---|
| First Line: | Oh, bless the Lord, my soul! |
| Meter: | S. M. |
| Language: | English |
| Publication Date: | 1870 |
| Topic: | Public Worship: Praise and Adoration; God: Benefactor; God: Praise to (6 more...) |
| Notes: | Now Public Domain. Author from index: Watts |