O come, my soul, bless thou the Lord thy Mak-er,
And all with-in me bless His ho-ly name;
Bless thou the Lord, for-get not all His mer-cies,
His par-doning grace and sav-ing love pro-claim.
Bless Him, for-ev-er, won-drous in might,
Bless Him, His ser-vants that in His will de-light.
Good is the Lord and full of kind com-pas-sion,
Most slow to an-ger, plen-te-ous in love;
Rich is His grace to all that hum-bly seek Him,
Bound-less and end-less as the heavens a-bove.
Bless Him, for-ev-er, won-drous in might,
Bless Him, His ser-vants that in His will de-light.
His love is like a fa-ther's to his chil-dren,
Ten-der and kind to all who fear His name;
For well He knows our weak-ness and our frail-ty,
He knows that we are dust, He knows our frame.
Bless Him, for-ev-er, won-drous in might,
Bless Him, His ser-vants that in His will de-light.
We fade and die like flowers that grow in beau-ty,
Like ten-der grass that soon will dis-ap-pear;
But ev-er-more the love of God is change-less,
Still shown to those who look to Him in fear.
Bless Him, for-ev-er, won-drous in might,
Bless Him, His ser-vants that in His will de-light.
High in the heavens His throne is fixed for-ev-er,
His king-dom rules o'er all from pole to pole;
Bless ye the Lord through all His wide do-min-ion,
Bless His most ho-ly name, O thou my soul.
Bless Him, for-ev-er, won-drous in might,
Bless Him, His ser-vants that in His will de-light.