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.