Tune: ST. MICHAEL

Words: Isaac Watts, 1719, alt.

Music: Genevan Psalter, 1543

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O bless the Lord, my soul;
let all within me join,
and aid my tongue to bless His name,
whose mercies are divine.

O bless the Lord, my soul,
nor let His favor lie
forgotten in unthankfulness,
and without praises die.

His mercy bears your sins,
His love relieves your pain,
His comfort heals your sicknesses
and makes you whole again.

He crowns your life with love
when ransomed from the grave;
He that redeemed my soul from hell
has sov'reign pow'r to save.

He fills the poor with good;
He gives the troubled rest:
the Lord has judgments for the proud
and help for the oppressed.

His matchless works and ways
He made by Moses known,
but sent the world His truth and grace
by His beloved Son.
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