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Psalm 103 Part 1

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.226 (1806) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Topics: Afflictions gentle First Line: O bless the Lord, my soul! Lyrics: O bless the Lord, my soul! Let all within me join, And aid my tongue to bless his name Whose favors are divine. O bless the Lord, my soul, Nor let his mercies lie Forgotten in unthankfulness, And without praises die. 'Tis he forgives thy sins, 'Tis he relieves thy pain, 'Tis he that heals thy sicknesses And makes thee young again. He crowns thy life with love, When ransomed from the grave; He that redeemed my soul from hell Hath sovereign power to save. He fills the poor with good, He gives the suff'rers rest; The Lord hath judgments for the proud, And justice for th' oppressed. His wondrous works and ways He made by Moses known But sent the world his truth and grace By his beloved Son. Scripture: Psalm 103:1-7 Languages: English

Psalm 103 Part 2

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.227 (1806) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Topics: Afflictions gentle First Line: My soul, repeat his praise Lyrics: My soul, repeat his praise, Whose mercies are so great, Whose anger is so slow to rise, So ready to abate. God will not always chide; And when his strokes are felt, His strokes are fewer than our crimes, And lighter than our guilt. High as the heav'ns are raised Above the ground we tread, So far the riches of his grace Our highest thoughts exceed. His power subdues our sins, And his forgiving love Far as the east is from the west Doth all our guilt remove. The pity of the Lord, To those that fear his name, Is such as tender parents feel; He knows our feeble frame. He knows we are but dust, Scattered with every breath; His anger, like a rising wind, Can send us swift to death. Our days are as the grass, Or like the morning flower; If one sharp blast sweep o'er the field It withers in an hour. But thy compassions, Lord, To endless years endure; And children's children ever find Thy words of promise sure. Scripture: Psalm 103:8-18 Languages: English

Psalm 103 Part 3

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.228 (1806) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Topics: Afflictions gentle First Line: The Lord, the sovereign King Lyrics: The Lord, the sovereign King, Hath fixed his throne on high; O'er all the heav'nly world he rules, And all beneath the sky. Ye angels, great in might, And swift to do his will, Bless ye the Lord, whose voice ye hear, Whose pleasure ye fulfil. Let the bright hosts who wait The orders of their King, And guard his churches when they pray, Join in the praise they sing. While all his wondrous works Through his vast kingdom show Their Maker's glory, thou, my soul, Shalt sing his graces too. Scripture: Psalm 103:19-22 Languages: English

Bless, O my soul, the living God

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #25 (1835) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Afflictions gentle Lyrics: Bless, O my soul, the living God, Call home thy thoughts that rove abroad; Let all the powers within me join In work and worship so divine. Bless, O my soul, the God of grace; His favors claim thy highest praise: Why should the wonders he hath wrought Be lost in silence and forgot? '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. 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. Our youth decayed, his power repairs; His mercy crowns our growing years; He satisfies our mouth with good, And fills our hopes with heav'nly food. He sees th' oppressor and th' oppressed, And often gives the suff'rers rest; But will his justice more display In the last great rewarding day. [His power he showed by Moses' hands, And gave to Isr'el his commands; But sent his truth and mercy down To all the nations by his Son. Let the whole earth his power confess, Let the whole earth adore his grace; The Gentile with the Jew shall join In work and worship so divine.] Scripture: Psalm 103:1-7 Languages: English

O bless the Lord, my soul!

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #26 (1835) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Topics: Afflictions gentle Lyrics: O bless the Lord, my soul! Let all within me join, And aid my tongue to bless his name Whose favors are divine. O bless the Lord, my soul, Nor let his mercies lie Forgotten in unthankfulness, And without praises die. 'Tis he forgives thy sins, 'Tis he relieves thy pain, 'Tis he that heals thy sicknesses And makes thee young again. He crowns thy life with love, When ransomed from the grave; He that redeemed my soul from hell Hath sovereign power to save. He fills the poor with good, He gives the suff'rers rest; The Lord hath judgments for the proud, And justice for th' oppressed. His wondrous works and ways He made by Moses known But sent the world his truth and grace By his beloved Son. Scripture: Psalm 103:1-7 Languages: English

My soul, repeat his praise

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #30 (1835) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Topics: Afflictions gentle Lyrics: My soul, repeat his praise, Whose mercies are so great, Whose anger is so slow to rise, So ready to abate. God will not always chide; And when his strokes are felt, His strokes are fewer than our crimes, And lighter than our guilt. High as the heav'ns are raised Above the ground we tread, So far the riches of his grace Our highest thoughts exceed. His power subdues our sins, And his forgiving love Far as the east is from the west Doth all our guilt remove. The pity of the Lord, To those that fear his name, Is such as tender parents feel; He knows our feeble frame. He knows we are but dust, Scattered with every breath; His anger, like a rising wind, Can send us swift to death. Our days are as the grass, Or like the morning flower; If one sharp blast sweep o'er the field It withers in an hour. But thy compassions, Lord, To endless years endure; And children's children ever find Thy words of promise sure. Scripture: Psalm 103:8-18 Languages: English

The Lord, the sovereign King

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #48 (1835) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Topics: Afflictions gentle Lyrics: The Lord, the sovereign King, Hath fixed his throne on high; O'er all the heav'nly world he rules, And all beneath the sky. Ye angels, great in might, And swift to do his will, Bless ye the Lord, whose voice ye hear, Whose pleasure ye fulfil. Let the bright hosts who wait The orders of their King, And guard his churches when they pray, Join in the praise they sing. While all his wondrous works Through his vast kingdom show Their Maker's glory, thou, my soul, Shalt sing his graces too. Scripture: Psalm 103:19-22 Languages: English

Bless, O my Soul, the living GOD

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P103a (1766) Topics: Afflicted gentle 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.] Scripture: Psalm 103:1-7 Languages: English

O bless the Lord, my Soul!

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P103c (1766) Topics: Afflicted gentle Lyrics: 1 O bless the Lord, my Soul! Let all within me join, And aid my Tongue to bless his Name, Whose Favours 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 thy Sins, 'Tis he relieves thy Pain, 'Tis he that heals thy Sicknesses And makes thee young again. 4 He crowns thy Life with Love, When ransom'd from the Grave; He that redeem'd my Soul from Hell Hath sov'reign Pow'r to save. 5 He fills the Poor with Good, He gives the Suff'rers Rest; The Lord hath Judgments for the Proud, And Justice for th'Opprest. 6 His wondrous Works and Ways He made by Moses known; But sent the World his Truth and Grace By his beloved Son. Scripture: Psalm 103:1-7 Languages: English

My Soul, repeat his Praise

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P103d (1766) Topics: Afflicted gentle Lyrics: 1 My Soul, repeat his Praise, Whose Mercies are so great; Whose Anger is so slow to rise, So ready to abate. 2 GOD will not always chide; And when his Strokes are felt, His Strokes are fewer than our Crimes, And lighter than our Guilt. 3 High as the Heav'ns are raised Above the Ground we tread, So far the Riches of his Grace Our highest Thoughts exceed. 4 His Pow'r subdues our Sins, And his forgiving Love, Far as the East is from the West, Doth all our Guilt remove. 5 The Pity of the Lord, To those that fear his Name, Is such as tender Parents feel; He knows our feeble Frame. 6 He knows we are but Dust, Scatter'd with every Breath: His Anger, like a rising Wind, Can send us swift to Death. 7 Our Days are as the Grass, Or like the Morning Flow'r; If one sharp Blast sweeps o'er the Field It withers in an Hour. 8 But thy Compassion, Lord, To endless Years endure; And Children's Children ever find Thy Words of Promise sure. Scripture: Psalm 103:8-18 Languages: English