Bless thou, the Lord, my soul, my mouth

His praises shall proclaim.

Bless him all flesh; all that hath breath
Praise ye the Lord's great name.

A Psalm of Praise to the Tune of Psalm cxlviii.

THE FIRST PART.

YE holy angels bright,

Which stand before God's throne,

And dwell in glorious light,

Praise ye the Lord each one!

You there so nigh,

Fitter than we

Dark sinners be,

For things so high.

2. You blessed souls at rest,
Who see your Saviour's face,
Whose glory, ev'n the least,

Is far above our grace,
God's praises sound

As in his sight

With sweet delight,

You do abound.

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Angels.

The glorified saints.

4. Sing forth Jehovah's praise,
Ye saints that on him call!

Him magnify always

His holy churches all!

In him rejoice,

And there proclaim
His holy name

With sounding voice.

5. My soul, bear thou thy part,
Triumph in God above;
And with a well-tuned heart,
Sing thou the songs of love.
Thou art his own,
Whose precious blood
Shed for thy good

His love made known.

6. He did in love begin,

Renewing thee by grace; Forgiving all thy sin,

Showed thee his pleased face.

He did thee heal

By his own merit;

And by his Spirit

He did thee seal.

7. In saddest thoughts and grief, In sickness, fears, and pain,

I cried for his relief,

And did not cry in vain.

He heard with speed,
And still I found

Mercy abound

In time of need.

The church.

My soul.

8. Let not his praises grow,

On prosp'rous heights alone;
But in the vales below

Let his great love be known!
Let no distress

Curb and control
My winged soul,

And praise suppress.

THE SECOND PART.

9. LET not the fear or smart
Of his chastising rod,

Take off my fervent heart
From praising my dear God.

Still let me kneel,

And to him bring
This offering,

Whate'er I feel.

10. Though I lose friends and wealth,
And bear reproach and shame;
Though I lose ease and health,
Still let me praise God's name :
That fear and pain,

Which would destroy
My thanks and joy,
Do thou restrain.

11. Though human health depart
And flesh draw near to dust,

Let faith keep up my heart
To love God, true and just;
And all my days

Let no disease

Cause me to cease

His joyful praise.

12. Though sin would make me doubt, And fill my soul with fears;

Though God seem to shut out
My daily cries and tears:
By no such frost

Of sad delays

Let thy sweet praise

Be nipp'd and lost.

And when grim death

Shall stop this breath

I'll praise thee more.

15. With thy triumphant flock, Then I shall numb'red be;

Built on th' eternal rock,

His glory we shall see.

The heavens so high
With praise shall ring,
And all shall sing
In harmony.

16. The sun is but a spark
From the eternal light;

Its brightest beams are dark
To that most glorious sight.
There the whole choir,
With one accord,

Shall praise the Lord

For evermore.

END OF THE NINETEENTH VOLUME.