“Bless the Lord, O my soul: and all that is within me, bless His holy name.”
Psalm 103:1 (D.C.M. Ellacombe)
O let my lips sing forth Thy praise,
Thy majesty adore;
And grant this heart of mine to raise
Sweet songs for evermore.
For Thou art King, head over all;
Creation in Thy palm;
Thy sovereign will, with might can call
The storm of time to calm.
In mists beyond our furthest thought,
Thy power is still supreme;
And by Thy Word alone, from nought
Springs forth a flowing stream.
Yet here am I upon this earth,
With mortal frame and weak;
My angry passions blinding me,
Lest I my Lord should seek.
I thank Thee for constraining grace
Which drew my soul to Thee,
And from the depths of sin’s disgrace,
At last I to Thee flee.
The blood of Jesus Christ alone
Removes my guilty stain;
I stand redeemed for Thou hast borne
The might of sin and pain.
