Bless, O my soul, the living God,
Call home my thoughts that roam abroad;
let every power within me join
in work and worship so divine.
Lord God, how wondrous are your ways!
How firm your truth, how large your grace!
You take great mercy as your throne,
and thus you make your glories known.
Not half so high your power spreads
the starry heavens above our heads,
as your rich love exceeds our praise,
exceeds the highest hopes we raise.
Not half so far has nature placed
the east of morning from the west,
as your forgiving grace removes
all painful guilt from those you love.
Lord, your eternal love is sure
for all your saints, and will endure!
Let not this wonder that is wrought
be lost in silence, and forgot!
Let all the earth behold your face;
let all adore and know your grace;
the noblest with the humble join
in work and worship all divine.
Source: In Melody and Songs: hymns from the Psalm versions of Isaac Watts #60