| Song | O Bless The Lord, My Soul |
| Content Description | O Bless The Lord, My Soul is a timeless worship song inspired by Psalm 103, inviting believers to lift their hearts in gratitude and devotion. Its uplifting lyrics celebrate God’s mercy, love, and faithfulness, making it perfect for personal devotion or corporate worship. This song encourages reflection on God’s blessings, fostering joy and spiritual renewal. Sing along to embrace the beauty of praise and let your soul rejoice in the goodness of the Lord. Ideal for church services, worship nights, or daily meditation, this song draws hearts closer to God. |
| Album | Christian Hymnal – Series 2 |
| Genre | Praise & Worship |
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| Publisher / Copyrights | John Wesley’s Collection of Hymns |
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| Tags | Worship, Praise, Thanksgiving, Christian Music, Devotional Songs |
| Theme(s) | Gratitude, Praise, Devotion, Spiritual Renewal |
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O Bless The Lord, My Soul!
Let All Within Me Join,
And Aid My Tongue To Bless His Name
Whose Favours Are Divine.
O Bless The Lord, My Soul,
Nor Let His Mercies Lie
Forgotten In Unthankfulness,
And Without Praises Die.
‘Tis He Forgives Thy Sins,
‘Tis He Relieves Thy Pain,
‘Tis He That Heals Thy Sicknesses,
And Makes Thee Young Again.
He Fills The Poor With Good,
He Gives The Sufferers Rest;
The Lord Hath Judgements For The Proud,
And Justice For The Oppress.
His Wondrous Works And Ways
He Made By Moses Known;
But Sent The World His Truth And Grace
By His Beloved Son.
My Soul, Repeat His Praise,
Whose Mercies Are So Great,
Whose Anger Is So Slow To Rise,
So Ready To Abate.
God Will Not Always Chide;
And When His Strokes Are Felt,
His Strokes Are Fewer Than Our Crimes.
And Lighter Than Our Guilt.
High As The Heavens Are Raised
Above The Ground We Tread
So Far The Riches Of His Grace
Our Highest Thoughts Exceed.
The Pity Of The Lord
To Those That Fear His Name
Is Such As Tender Parents Feel;
He Knows Our Feeble Frame.
Our Days Are As The Grass,
Or Like The Morning Flower;
If One Sharp Blast Sweep Over The Field
It Withers In An Hour.
But Thy Compassions, Lord,
To Endless Years Endure;
And Children’s Children Ever Find
Thy Words Of Promise Sure.
