Dr. Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David ‎#219b

219b. Bless, O my soul, the living God

1 Bless, O my soul, the living God,
Call home thy tho'ts that rove abroad,
Let all the pow'rs within me join
In work and worship so divine.

2 Bless, O my soul, the God of grace;
His favors 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 threat'ning graves.

5 Our youth decay'd, his pow'r repairs;
His mercy crowns our growing years:
He satisfies our mouth with good,
And fills our hopes with heav'nly food.

6 He sees th' oppressor and th' opprest,
And often gives the suff'rers rest;
But will his justice more display
In the last great rewarding day.

7 [His pow'r he shew'd by Moses' hands,
And gave to Isr'el his commands;
But sent his truth and mercy down
To all the nations by his Son.

8 Let the whole earth his pow'r confess;
Let the whole earth adore his grace;
The Gentile with the Jew shall join
In work and worship so divine.]

Text Information

• First Line: Bless, O my soul, the living God
• Meter: L. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1790
• Scripture:
  Psalm 103:1-7
• Notes: Part 1

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