Praise the Lord, My Soul

Praise the Lord

my soul

O praise Him;

All with­in me

praise His name.

Praise the Lord for all His bless­ings

And for­get not whence they came.

God for­gives me all my fail­ings

Heals my sick­ness by His pow­er

Saves my life from cer­tain judg­ment

Crowns with love and care each hour.

My de­sires He fills with good things;

Like the ea­gle

I’m re­newed.

The op­pressed are giv­en jus­tice

And God’s ways by all are viewed.

He’s com­pas­sion­ate and gra­cious

Slow to an­ger

full of love

Treats us not based on our mer­it

Nor sends wrath from Heav’n ab­ove.

High as is the sky ab­ove us

Just as great

God’s love for men.

Far as east and west are dist­anced

He’s re­moved from us our sin.

As a fa­ther has com­pas­sion

So God’s mer­cy ov­er­flows.

He re­mem­bers how He formed us

And our frame and sub­stance knows.

As for man

his days are tran­si­ent

Like a flow­er of the field

Flourishing

then quick­ly fad­ing

And its place no me­mo­ries yields.

But God’s love is ev­er­last­ing

Stretching on from day to day

And His right­eous­ness con­tin­ues

Reaching all who will ob­ey.

God has set His throne in Heav­en

And His king­dom rules o’er all.

Praise the Lord

then

you His serv­ants

You who heed your mas­ter’s call.

Praise the Lord

you hosts in Heav­en

Angels who ob­ey His will.

Praise the Lord in all cre­ation;

Praise the Lord

O praise

my soul!