By A Collection of Hymns

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

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

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

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

      5 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

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

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

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

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

      10 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.