Church Hymn Book ‎#P.LXVIII.III

P.LXVIII.III. We bless the Lord, the just, the good

13 We bless the Lord, the just, the good,
Who fills our hearts with heav'nly food;
Who pours his blessings from the skies
And loads our days with rich supplies.

14 He sends his sun his circuit round,
To cheer the fruits to warm the ground;
He bids the clouds with plenteous rain,
Refresh the thirsty earth again.

15 'Tis to his care we owe our breath,
And all our near escapes from death:
Safety and health to God belong;
He heals the weak, and guards the strong,

16 He makes the saint and sinner prove
the common blessings of his love;
But the wide diff'rence that remains,
Is endless joy, or endless pains.

17 The Lord that bruis'd the serpent's head,
On all the serpent's seed shall tread,
The stubborn sinner's hope confound,
And smite him with a lasting wound.

18 But his right hand his saints shall raise
From the deep earth or deeper seas,
And bring them to his courts above;
There shall they taste his special love.

Text Information

• First Line: We bless the Lord, the just, the good
• Meter: L. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1816
• Scripture:
  Psalm 68:13-18
• Topic: Praise for Temporal Blessing

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