O bless the Lord, my soul!
let all within me join
and help my tongue to praise his name
whose mercies are divine.

O bless the Lord, my soul!
let not his mercies lie
forgotten in unthankfulness,
from lack of praise to die.

For God forgives our sins
and God relieves our pain;
the Lord who heals our sicknesses
renews our strength again.

He crowns our life with love
when ransomed from the grave;
he who redeemed my soul from hell
has sovereign power to save.

The Lord provides our food
and gives the sufferers rest;
the Lord has judgement for the proud
and justice for the oppressed.

His mighty works and ways
by Moses he made known;
but gave the world his truth and grace
by his beloved Son.


Isaac Watts (1674-1748)