1 My soul, now bless your Maker!
Let all within me bless his name
Who makes me a partaker
Of mercies more than I dare claim.
Forget him not whose meekness
Still bears with all your sin,
Who heals your ev'ry weakness,
Renews your life within,
Whose grace and care are endless
And saved you through the past,
Who leaves no suff'rer friendless
But rights the wronged at last.

2 For as a tender father
Has pity on his children here,
He in his arms will 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.
The wind but through them passes,
And all their bloom is o'er.
We wither like the grasses;
Our place knows us no more.

3 God's grace stands fast, enduring,
And children's children yet shall prove
His strength abides, assuring
The hearts of all who seek his love.
In heav'n is fixed his dwelling;
His rule is over all.
Angels, in might excelling,
Bright hosts, before him fall.
Praise him in song forever,
All you who hear his Word.
He hears our hymns with favor --
My soul, oh, bless the Lord!