O Bless the Lord, My Soul

Congregational singing
Metropolitan Tabernacle, London
Text: Isaac Watts

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 crowns thy life with love,
When ransomed from the grave;
He that redeemed my soul from hell
Has sovereign power to save.

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

His wondrous works and ways
He made by Moses known;
But sent the world His truth and grace
By His belovèd Son.

(Psalm 103)

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