S. M.
Praise for mercies.
Watts.
O bless the Lord, my soul!
Let all within me join,
And aid my tongue to bless his name
Whose favors are divine.
2 O bless the Lord, my soul!
Nor let his mercies lie
Forgotten in unthankfulness,
And without praises die.
3 ’Tis he forgives thy sins;
’Tis he relieves thy pain;
’Tis he that heals thy sicknesses,
And gives thee strength again.
4 He crowns thy life with love,
When rescued from the grave;
He that redeemed our souls from death,
Hath boundless power to save.
5 He fills the poor with good;
He gives the sufferers rest:
The Lord hath justice for the proud,
And mercy for the oppressed.
6 His wondrous works and ways
He made by Moses known;
But sent the world his truth and grace
By his beloved Son.
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