Bless, O my soul! the liv-ing God.
Call home thy thoughts that rove a-broad.
Let all the powers with-in me join
In work and wor-ship so di-vine,
In work and wor-ship so di-vine.
Bless, O my soul! the God of grace.
His fa-vors claim thy high-est praise.
Why should the won-ders He hath wrought
Be lost in si-lence and for-got,
Be lost in si-lence and for-got.
'Tis He, my soul! Who sent His Son
To die for crimes which thou hast done.
He owns the ran-som and for-gives
The hour-ly fol-lies of our lives,
The hour-ly fol-lies of our lives.
Let the whole earth His pow'r con-fess.
Let the whole earth a-dore His grace.
The Gen-tile with the Jew shall join
In work and wor-ship so di-vine,
In work and wor-ship so di-vine.