208. Blessing God for his goodness to soul and body

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 favors claim thy highest praise:
Why should ungrateful silence hide
The blessings which his hands provide?

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 fills our store with every good,
And feeds our souls 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 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.

Text Information
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: 1791
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Notes: First part
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