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.
Isaac Watts, 1674-1748