O BLESS the Lord, my soul! Let all within me join, And aid my tongue to bless...

O BLESS the Lord, my soul! Let all within me join, And aid my tongue to bless his name Whose favours are divine.

O bless the Lord, my soul, Nor let his mercies lie Forgotten in unthankfulness, And without praises die.

' Tis he forgives thy sins, ' Tis he relieves thy pain, ' Tis he that heals thy sicknesses, And makes thee young again.

He fills the poor with good, He gives the sufferers rest; The Lord hath judgements for the proud, And justice for the opprest.

His wondrous works and ways He made by Moses known; But sent the world his truth and grace By his beloved Son. ==S. M. SECOND PART

MY soul, repeat his praise, Whose mercies are so great, Whose anger is so slow to rise, So ready to abate.

God will not always chide; And when his strokes are felt, His strokes are fewer than our crimes. And lighter than our guilt.

High as the heavens are raised Above the ground we tread So far the riches of his grace Our highest thoughts exceed.

The pity of the Lord To those that fear his name Is such as tender parents feel; He knows our feeble frame.

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. ll But thy compassions, Lord, To endless years endure; And children's children ever find Thy words of promise sure.