We Bless the Lord, the Just, the Good

We bless the Lord

the just

the good

Who fills our hearts with joy and food:

Who pours His bless­ings from the skies

And loads our days with rich sup­plies.

He sends the sun his cir­cuit round

To cheer the fruits

to warm the ground;

He bids the clouds with plen­te­ous rain

Refresh the thirs­ty earth again.

’Tis to His care we owe our breath

And all our near es­capes with death;

Safety and health to God be­long;

He heals the weak

and guards the strong.

He makes the saint and sin­ner prove

The com­mon bless­ings of His love;

But the wide dif­fer­ence that re­mains

Is end­less joy

or end­less pains.

The Lord

that bruised the ser­pent’s head

On all the ser­pent’s seed shall tread;

The stub­born sin­ner’s hope con­found

And smite him with a last­ing wound.

But His right hand His saints shall raise

From the deep earth

or deep­er seas

And bring them to His courts ab­ove;

There shall they taste His spe­cial love.