Bless, O My Soul, the Living God

Bless, O my soul, the living God;
call home thy thoughts that rove abroad;
let all the powers within me join
in work and worship so divine.

Bless, O my soul, the God of grace;
his favors claim thy highest praise;
why should the wonders he hath wrought
be lost in silence and forgot?

How slowly doth his wrath arise!
On swifter wings salvation flies.
Let the whole earth his power confess;
let the whole earth adore his grace.

'Tis he, my soul, that sent his Son
to die for crimes which thou hast done;
he owns the ransom and forgives
the hourly follies of our lives.

Our God, his love is ever sure
to all his saints, and shall endure;
form age to age his truth shall reign,
nor children's children hope in vain.