Text:Blessing God
Author:Watts

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

5 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
Title: Blessing God
Author: Watts
Meter: Long Metre
Language: English
Publication Date: 1790
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