1 Bless, O my Soul, the living GOD,
Call home thy Thoughts 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 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 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.]
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First Line: | Bless, O my Soul, the living God |
Title: | Blessing God for his Goodness both to Soul and Body |
Meter: | Long Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1740 |
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Topic: | Afflicted: gentle; Angels: praise the Lord; Compassion of God(5 more...) |