O Bless the Lord, My Soul from Psalm 103 Isaac Watts (1674-1748)

ST. MICHAEL (S.M.) Genevan Psalter 1543

O bless the Lord, my soul;
   Let all with-in me join,
And aid my tongue to bless His name,
   Whose fa-vors are di-vine.

O bless the Lord, my soul,
   Nor let His mer-cies lie
For-got-ten in un-thank-ful-ness,
   And with-out prai-ses die.

'Tis He for-gives your sins,
   'Tis He re-lieves your pain,
'Tis He that heals your sick-ness-es
   And makes you young a-gain.

He crowns your life with love
   When ran-somed from the grave;
He that re-deemed my soul from hell
   Has sov-ereign power to save.

He fills the poor with good;
   He gives the suf-ferers rest:
The Lord has judg-ments for the proud
   And jus-tice for the oppressed.

His won-drous works and ways
   He made by Mo-ses known,
But sent the world His truth and grace
   By His be-lov-ed Son.