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 | |
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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: | Author from index: Watts |