1 Bless, O my soul, the living God,
Call home thy thoughts that rove abroad,
Let all the powers within me join
In work and worship so divine.
2 Bless, O my soul, the God of grace;
His favours claim thy highest praise:
Why should the wonders he hath wrought
Be lost in silence, and forgot?
3 'Tis he, my soul, that sent his Son
To die for crimes, which thou hast done:
He owns the ransom, and forgives
The hourly follies of our lives.
4 The vices of the mind he heals,
And cures the pains that nature feels,
Redeems the soul from hell, and saves
Our wasting life from threatening graves.
5 Our youth decay'd his power repairs,
His mercy crowns our growing years:
He fills our store with every good,
And feeds our souls with heavenly food.
6 He sees th' oppressor and th' opprest,
And often gives the sufferers rest;
But will his justice more display
In the last great rewarding day.
7 [His power he shew'd by Moses' hands,
And gave to Israel his commands;
But sent his truth and mercy down
To all the nations by his Son.]
8 Let the whole earth his power confess,
Let the whole earth adore his grace;
The Gentile with the Jew shall join
In work and worship so divine.
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First Line: | Bless, O my soul, the living God |
Title: | Blessing God for his Goodness to Soul and Body |
Meter: | Long Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1787 |
Scripture: | |
Topic: | Afflictions: gentle; Angels: praise the Lord; Compassion of God(6 more...) |
Notes: | First part |