1 My soul, now bless thy Maker!
Let all within me bless His name,
Who maketh thee partaker
Of mercies more than thou dar'st claim.
Forget thou not, His meekness
Now cleanseth thee from sin;
He healeth all thy weakness,
Renews thy life within;
His grace and care are endless,
He saved thee thro' the past;
He leaves no suff'rer friendless,
But rights the wrongt last.

2 He shows to man His treasure
Of judgment, truth and righteousness,
His love beyond all measure,
His yearning pity o'er distress;
Nor treats us as we merit,
But lays His anger by;
The humble, contrite spirit
Finds His compassion nigh;
And high as heav'n above us,
As break from close of day,
So far, since He doth love us,
He puts our sins away.

3 For, as a tender father
Hath pity on his children here,
He in His arms doth gather
All who are His in childlike fear.
He knows how frail our powers
Who but from dust are made:
We flourish like the flowers,
And even so we fade;
A storm but o'er them passes,
And all their bloom is o'er,--
We wither like the grasses,
Our place knows us no more.

4 God's grace alone endureth,
And children's children yet shall prove
How He with strength assureth
The hearts of all that seek His love.
In heav'n is fixed His dwelling;
His rule is over all;
Bright hosts, in might excelling,
Are at His beck and call.
Praise Him who ever reigneth,
All ye who hear His Word;
He ne'er our hymns disdaineth,--
My soul, O praise the Lord!