Text:Bless, O my Soul, the living GOD

P103a. Bless, O my Soul, the living GOD

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.]

Text Information
First Line: Bless, O my Soul, the living GOD
Meter: Long Metre
Language: English
Publication Date: 1740
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Topic: Afflicted: gentle; Angels: praise the Lord; Compassion of God (5 more...)
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