O Thou My Soul, Bless God the Lord

O thou my soul

bless God the Lord;

And all that in me is

Be stirr­èd up His ho­ly name

To mag­ni­fy and bless.

Bless

O my soul

the Lord thy God

And not for­get­ful be

Of all His gra­cious be­ne­fits

He hath be­stowed on thee.

Such pi­ty as a fa­ther hath

And shows his child­ren dear

Like pi­ty shows the Lord to such

As wor­ship Him in fear.

Yea

un­to them that fear the Lord

His mer­cy nev­er ends;

And to their child­ren’s child­ren still

His right­eous­ness ex­tends.

To such as keep His co­ve­nant

Nor from it go as­tray

Who His com­mand­ments bear in mind

And faith­ful­ly ob­ey.