The Long-suffering, Loving-kindness, and Tender-mercies of God.--Ps. ciii

O my soul! with all thy powers,
Bless the Lord's most holy name;
O my soul! till life's last hours,
Bless the Lord, His praise proclaim;
Thine infirmities He heal'd,
He thy peace and pardon seal'd.

He with loving-kindness crown'd thee,
Satisfied thy mouth with good,
From the snares of death unbound thee,
Eagle-like thy youth renew'd:
Rich in tender mercy He,
Slow to wrath, to favour free.

He will not retain displeasure,
Though awhile He hide His face,
Nor His God-like bounty measure
By our merit, but His grace:
As the heaven the earth transcends,
Over us His care extends.

Far as east and west are parted,
He our sins hath sever'd thus;
As a father, loving-hearted,
Spares his son, He spareth us;
For He knows our feeble frame.
He remembers whence we came.

From eternity enduring,
To eternity, the Lord,
Still His people's bliss insuring,
Keeps His covenanted word:
Yea, with truth and righteousness,
Children's children He will bless.

As in heaven, His throne and dwelling,
King on earth He holds His sway;
Angels! ye in strength excelling,
Bless the Lord, His voice obey:
All His works beneath the pole
Bless the Lord, with thee, my soul!