Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P103a (1766) Lyrics: 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.] Topics: Afflicted gentle; Angels praise the Lord; Compassion of God; God his universal dominion; God mercy and truth; Goodness of God; Mercies common and special; Mercies spiritual and temporal Scripture: Psalm 103:1-7 Languages: English
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