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My soul, Jehovah bless; my God

My soul, Jehovah bless; my God

Author: John Barnard
Published in 1 hymnal

Representative Text

1. My soul, Jehovah bless; my God,
Thy greatness knows no bounds;
Unrivaled honors compass thee,
Thee majesty surrounds.
2. Who hast arrayed thyself, with light
As with a splendid robe;
The beauteous heavens, thy royal tent,
Hast stretched beyond the globes.

3. His palace beams in fluid air,
Who lays, and firmly binds;
The clouds his chariot formed; and walks
On wings of rapids winds
Spirits his angels, flames of fire
His ministers, he makes.
5 The earth he founded on it's base,
Which from it's place ne'er shakes.

6. Thou, as a garment, o'er the earth,
Didst spread the mighty flood;
Above the mountain's loftiest heads,
The rowling waters stood.
7. At thy rebuke, thy thunder's voice,
They hasted, and they fled;
8. The mountains rose, the valleys sunk;
To their appointed bed.

9. Thou there, to bounds unpassable,
Confin'st the watery main;
That it should never more return.
To cover earth again.

Second Part

10. He sendeth springs into the vales;
Which from the mountains burst.
11. There every field beast drinks his fill,
Wild asses quench their thirst.
12. The birds dwell there; among the springs,
They tune their cheerful voice.
13. The hills he watereth from his clouds;
Thy fruits the earth rejoice.

14. He makes the grass to grow for beasts,
And herbs for humane use;
That he, abundant food for all,
May from the earth produce.
15.Thence springs the generous wine, rich juice,
The heart of man, that cheers;
The oil, which makes his face to shine,
And bread, which strength repairs.

16. God's trees abound with sap; he set
Thy cedars, Lebanon, there:
17. Where birds do build their nests; her house
The stork makes in the fir.
18. The wild goats climb the craggy hills,
And these their refuge make:
While rabbits, with the feebler kind,
The rocks for shelter take.

Third Part

19. He made the moon for stated times,
The sun knows his fixed route.
20. He darkness makes, and it is night;
Then forest beasts crawl out.
21. Young lions roar, and hunt their prey;
From God they seek their meat.
22. The sun ariseth, they unite.
And close in dens retreat.

23. Man to his work, and culture, goes,
Till the evening gives him rest.
24. How various Lord! how wise thy work!
The earth's with thy riches blest.
25. The wea too, whose wide arms contain
Numberless creeping things;
With animals both small and great,
That swim by unknown springs.

26. There pass the gallant ships, which cut,
Through trackless paths, their way;
There huge leviathan, thou mad'st;
Diverts himself with play.
27. All wait on thee, thou in due time,
Dost give to each their food:
28. They gather from thine opened hand
And all are filled with good.

29.If thy enlivening face thou hid'st,
In deep eistress they mourn;
Thou takst away their breath, they die,
And to their earth return.
30. Thy quickening Spirit thou send'st forth
And a new life takes place;
The earth renewed, with vigor blooms,
And beauty in her face.

Fourth Part

31. Jehovah's glory shall endure,
Forevermore most bright.
When God reviews his various works,
He's pleased with the wight.
32. If he, upon this solid earth,
But cast an angry look,
It trembles; if he touch the mounts,
They vanish into smoke.

33. Unto Jehovah I will sing.
As long as I shall live;
While I my breath, and being, have,
Praise to my God I'll give.
34. This shall be grateful to the Lord,
To hear my thankful voice;
While in Jehovah, and his works,
I greatly will rejoice.

35 Let sinners fall from off the earth,
And the impious cease to be:
My soul, bless thou the Lord, let all
To praise the Lord agree.

A New Version of the Psalms of David, 1752

Author: John Barnard

John Barnard, born in Boston, Nov. 6, 1681; in 1752 made a version of psalms with the music; settled at Marblehead; introduced new music ther; died Jan 14, 1770, aged 89. A Dictionary of Musical Information by John W. Moore, Boston: Oliver, Ditson & Company, 1876  Go to person page >

Text Information

First Line: My soul, Jehovah bless; my God
Author: John Barnard
Place of Origin: Marblehead, Massachusetts
Language: English


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