PSALM 103. v. 1–7. First Part. (L. M.) Blessing God for his Goodness to Soul and Body.
I
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.
II
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?
III
'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.
IV
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.
V
Our youth decay'd his power repairs;
His mercy crowns our growing years;
He satisfies our mouth with good,
And fills our hopes with heavenly food.
VI
He sees th'oppressor and th'opprest,
And often gives the sufferers rest;
But will his justice more display
In the last great rewarding day.
VII
His power he shew'd by Moses' hands
And gave to Israel his commands;
But sent his truth and mercy down
To all the nations by his Son.
VIII
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.
