My Soul, Now Bless Thy Maker Paroles

Of mercies more than thou dar'st claim.

Forget Him not whose meekness

Still bears with all thy sin,

Who healeth all thy weakness,

Renews thy life within;

Whose grace and care are endless

And saved thee through the past;

Who leaves no sufferer friendless,

But rights the wronged at last.


His love beyond all measure,

His yearning pity o'er distress,

Nor treats us as we merit,

But lays His anger by,

The humble, contrite spirit

Finds His compassion nigh;

And high as heaven above us,

As break from close of day,

So far, since He doth love us,

He puts our sins away.



3. For as a tender father

Hath 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 fowers,

And even so we fade;

The wind but o'er them passes,

And all their bloom is o'er,

We wither like the grasses,

Our place knows us no more.



4. God's grace alone endureth,

And children's children yet shall prove

How He with strength assureth

The hearts of all that seek His love.

In heaven is fixed His dwelling,

His rule is over all;

Angels, in might excelling,

Bright hosts, before Him fall.

Praise Him, who ever reigneth,

All ye who hear His Word,

Nor our poor hymns disdaineth

My soul, oh, bless the Lord!