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.
