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Bless, O our souls, the living God,
Call home the thoughts that rove ahead;
let all the powers within us join
In work and worship so divine.
Bless, O our souls, the God of grace,
His favours claim our highest praise;
Why should the wonders he hath wrought
Be lost in silence and forgot!
‘Twas he who sent his only Son
To die for crimes which we have done;
He owns the ransom, and forgives
The hourly follies of our lives.
High as Almighty power hath spread
The starry heavens above our head,
So far his love exceeds our praise,
Exceeds the highest hopes we raise.
And far as the same hand hath placed
The rising morning from the west,
So far his pardoning grace removes
The many sins of those he loves.
Then let us speak in grateful songs
The praise to which his name belongs;
Let not the wonders he has wrought
Be lost in silence and forgot.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 103;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| 1853 | # 43 |
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