Psalm CIII.
1
My Soul and all that in me is,
O bless and praise the Lord:
His gifts and all his benefits,
In thankful mind record.
2
Who freely pardons all thy sins,
And heals thee of thy pain:
Who did redeem thy life from death,
And bring thee back again.
3
Who crowns thee with his mercies great,
And with good things doth fill:
And makes thy youth like eagles plumes,
To be renewed still.
4
The Lord doth judgment execute,
For them that are opprest:
Moses and Israel saw his ways,
His acts were manifest.
5
The Lord is kind and merciful,
To anger he is slow:
But mercy most abundantly,
In him doth ever flow.
6
He will not alway chide with us,
Nor for our sins requite,
As we in strictness have deserv'd,
And as he justly might.
7
High as the heavens, to godly men,
So are his mercies great:
Our sins he doth remove as far
As east from west is set.
8
He, as a father, pities them
That fear his holy name:
He calls to mind we are but dust,
And thinks upon our frame.
9
He sees that man is but as grass,
And like a fading flower;
That by a blast is quickly gone,
And shall be seen no more.
10
But with the godly and their seed,
Shall truth and mercy stay:
To such as keep his covenant,
And his commands obey.
11
The Lord his glorious judgment seat
In heaven hath prepar'd:
His kingdom ruleth over all,
And he is to be fear'd.
12
O bless the Lord, ye angels all,
That are at his command:
Ye mighty hosts and ministers,
That in his presence stand.
13
Yea let his great and holy name,
Exalted be and blest,
By all his creatures every where,
And me among the rest.
