Sunday Hymn: O, Come My Soul, Bless Thou the Lord
Sunday, July 25, 2010 at 07:48AM From Psalm 103
O come, my soul, bless thou the Lord thy maker,
And all within me bless his holy name;
Bless thou the Lord, forget not all his mercies,
His pardoning grace and saving love proclaim.
Bless him for ever, wondrous in might,
Bless him, his servants that in his will delight.
Good is the Lord and full of kind compassion,
Most slow to anger, plenteous in love;
Rich is his grace to all that humbly seek him,
Boundless and endless as the heavens above.
His love is like a father's to his children,
Tender and kind to all who fear his name;
For well he knows our weakness and our frailty,
He knows that we are dust, he knows our frame.
We fade and die like flowers that grow in beauty,
Like tender grass that soon will disappear;
But evermore the love of God is changeless,
Still shown to those who look to him in fear.
High in the heavens his throne is fixed for ever,
His kingdom rules o'er all from pole to pole;
Bless ye the Lord through all his wide dominion,
Bless his most holy name, O thou my soul.
Reader Comments (1)
I was thinking about Psalm 103 when I awoke this morning, so I appreciate the words of this hymn.