O thou my soul, bless God the Lord;
And all that in me is
Be stirrèd up His holy Name
To magnify and bless.
Bless, O my soul, the Lord thy God,
And not forgetful be
Of all His gracious benefits
He hath bestowed on thee.
Such pity as a father hath
And shows his children dear,
Like pity shows the Lord to such
As worship Him in fear.
Yea, unto them that fear the Lord
His mercy never ends;
And to their children’s children still
His righteousness extends.
To such as keep His covenant
Nor from it go astray,
Who His commandments bear in mind
And faithfully obey.