O, bless the Lord, my soul
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O, bless the Lord, my soul!
Let all within me join,
And aid my tongue to bless his name,
Whose favors are divine.
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O, bless the Lord, my soul!
Nor let his mercies lie
Forgotten in unthankfulness,
And without praises die.
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'T is he forgives thy sins,
'T is he relieves thy pain,
'T is he that heals thy sicknesses,
And makes thee whole again.
4
He crowns thy life with love,
When ransomed from the grave;
He that redeemed my soul from hell
Hath sovereign power to save.
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He fills the poor with good,
He gives the sufferers rest;
The Lord hath judgments for the proud
And justice for the oppressed.
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His wondrous works and ways
To us he hath made known;
And sent the world his truth and grace,
By his belovèd Son.