1 Oh, bless the Lord, my soul! Let all within me join,

And aid my tongue to bless His name
Whose favors are divine.

2 Oh, 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 gives thee strength again.

4 He crowns thy life with love, When rescued from the grave,

He, that redeem'd our souls from death, Hath boundless power to save.

5 He fills the poor with good;

He gives the suff'rers rest.

The Lord hath justice for the proud,
And mercy for the oppress'd.

6 His wondrous works and ways

He made by Moses known;

But sent the world His truth and grace
By His beloved Son.
S. M.

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 wrath is felt,

His strokes are fewer than our crimes, And lighter than our guilt. 3 High as the heavens are raised

Above the ground we tread, So far the riches of His grace, Our highest thoughts exceed 4 His grace 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 who fear His name, Is such as tender parents feel; He knows our feeble frame.

6 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.

7 But Thy compassions, Lord,

To endless years endure;

And children's children ever find
Thy words of promise sure.