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Hymn 47: O my soul! with all thy powers
HYMN XLVII.
O my soul! with all thy powers, Bless the Lord's most holy name; O my soul! till life's last hours, Bless the Lord, His praise proclaim; Thine infirmities He heal'd, He thy peace and pardon seal'd.
He with loving-kindness crown'd thee, Satisfied thy mouth with good, From the snares of death unbound thee, Eagle-like thy youth renew'd: Rich in tender mercy He, Slow to wrath, to favour free.
He will not retain displeasure, Though awhile He hide His face, Nor His God-like bounty measure By our merit, but His : As the heaven the earth transcends, Over us His care extends.
Far as east and west are parted, He our sins hath sever'd thus; As a father, loving-hearted, Spares his son, He spareth us; For He knows our feeble frame. He remembers we came.
From eternity enduring, To eternity, the Lord, Still His people's bliss insuring, Keeps His word: Yea, with truth and , Children's children He will bless.
As in heaven, His throne and dwelling, King on earth He holds His sway; Angels! ye in strength excelling, Bless the Lord, His voice obey: All His works beneath the pole Bless the Lord, with thee, my soul!