O Bless the Lord, My Soul
O bless the Lord, my soul;
Let all with-in me join,
And aid my tongue to bless His name,
Whose fa-vors are di-vine.
O bless the Lord, my soul,
Nor let His mer-cies lie
For-got-ten in un-thank-ful-ness,
And with-out prai-ses die.
'Tis He for-gives your sins,
'Tis He re-lieves your pain,
'Tis He that heals your sick-ness-es
And makes you young a-gain.
He crowns your life with love
When ran-somed from the grave;
He that re-deemed my soul from hell
Has sov-ereign power to save.
He fills the poor with good;
He gives the suf-ferers rest:
The Lord has judg-ments for the proud
And jus-tice for the oppressed.
His won-drous works and ways
He made by Mo-ses known,
But sent the world His truth and grace
By His be-lov-ed Son.