1 O bless the Lord, my soul;
let all within me join,
and aid my tongue to bless his name,
whose favors are divine.
2 O bless the Lord, my soul,
nor let his mercies lie
forgotten in unthankfulness,
and without praises die.
3 'Tis he forgives your sins,
'tis he relieves your pain,
'tis he that heals your sicknesses
and makes you young again.
4 He crowns your life with love
when ransomed from the grave;
he that redeemed my soul from hell
has sovereign pow'r to save.
5 He fills the poor with good;
he gives the suff'rers rest:
the Lord has judgments for the proud
and justice for th'oppressed.
6 His wondrous works and ways
he made by Moses known,
but sent the world his truth and grace
by his beloved Son.
|First Line:||O bless the Lord, my soul|
|Title:||O Bless the Lord, My Soul|
|Author:||Isaac Watts (1719; mod.)|
|Topic:||God: His Love and Grace; God: Mercies of; Poor|