v.1-7 <br />L. M. <br />Blessing God for his goodness to soul and body. <br /> <br />Bless, O my soul, the living God, <br />Call home thy thoughts that rove abroad; <br />Let all the powers within me join <br />In work and worship so divine. <br /> <br />Bless, O my soul, the God of grace; <br />His favors claim thy highest praise: <br />Why should the wonders he hath wrought <br />Be lost in silence and forgot? <br /> <br />'Tis he, my soul, that sent his Son <br />To die for crimes which thou hast done; <br />He owns the ransom, and forgives <br />The hourly follies of our lives. <br /> <br />The vices of the mind he heals, <br />And cures the pains that nature feels <br />Redeems the soul from hell, and saves <br />Our wasting life from threat'ning graves. <br /> <br />Our youth decayed, his power repairs; <br />His mercy crowns our growing years; <br />He satisfies our mouth with good, <br />And fills our hopes with heav'nly food. <br /> <br />He sees th' oppressor and th' oppressed, <br />And often gives the suff'rers rest; <br />But will his justice more display <br />In the last great rewarding day. <br /> <br />[His power he showed by Moses' hands, <br />And gave to Isr'el his commands; <br />But sent his truth and mercy down <br />To all the nations by his Son. <br /> <br />Let the whole earth his power confess, <br />Let the whole earth adore his grace; <br />The Gentile with the Jew shall join <br />In work and worship so divine.]<br /><br />Isaac Watts<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/psalm-103-part-1/
