1 O thou my soul, bless God the Lord;
and all that in me is
be stirred up his holy name
to magnify and bless.
2 Bless, O my soul, the Lord thy God,
and not forgetful be
of all his gracious benefits
he hath bestowed on thee.
3 All thine iniquities who doth
most graciously forgive:
who thy diseases all and pains
doth heal, and thee relieve.
4 Who doth redeem thy life, that thou
to death mayest not go down;
who thee with loving-kindness doth
and tender mercies crown:
5 Who with abundance of good things
doth satisfy thy mouth;
so that, even as the eagle’s age,
renewed is thy youth.
6 God righteous judgment executes
for all oppressed ones.
7 His ways to Moses he made known,
his acts to Israel’s sons.
8 The Lord our God is merciful,
and he is gracious,
long-suffering, and slow to wrath,
in mercy plenteous.
9 He will not chide continually,
nor keep his anger still.
10 With us he dealt not as we sinned,
nor did requite our ill.
11 For as the heaven in its height
the earth surmounteth far,
so great to those that do him fear
his tender mercies are:
12 As far as east is distant from
the west, so far hath he
from us removed, in his love,
all our iniquity.
13 Such pity as a father hath
unto his children dear,
like pity shows the Lord to such
as worship him in fear.
14 For he remembers we are dust,
and he our frame well knows.
15 Frail man, his days are like the grass,
as flower in field he grows:
16 For over it the wind doth pass,
and it away is gone;
and of the place where once it was
it shall no more be known.
17 But unto them that do him fear
God’s mercy never ends;
and to their children’s children still
his righteousness extends:
18 To such as keep his covenant,
and mindful are alway
Of his commandments just and good,
that they may them obey.
|First Line:||O thou my soul, bless God the Lord|
|Source:||Barton's The psalms of David in Metre Dublin, 1706 (later form)|
|Bless, O My Soul|