Blessed be the Lord, who daily loadeth us with benefits, even the God of our salvation. Psalm 68:19
Words: Isaac Watts, The Psalms of David 1719.
Praise for temporal blessings; or common and special mercies.
Music: Marchfield Edward A. Collier, in The Psalter (Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania: United Presbyterian Board of Publication, 1912), number 330 (🔊 pdf nwc).
We bless the Lord, the just, the good,
Who fills our hearts with joy and food:
Who pours His blessings from the skies,
And loads our days with rich supplies.
He sends the sun his circuit round,
To cheer the fruits, to warm the ground;
He bids the clouds with plenteous rain
Refresh the thirsty earth again.
’Tis to His care we owe our breath,
And all our near escapes with death;
Safety and health to God belong;
He heals the weak, and guards the strong.
He makes the saint and sinner prove
The common blessings of His love;
But the wide difference that remains,
Is endless joy, or endless pains.
The Lord, that bruised the serpent’s head,
On all the serpent’s seed shall tread;
The stubborn sinner’s hope confound,
And smite him with a lasting wound.
But His right hand His saints shall raise
From the deep earth, or deeper seas,
And bring them to His courts above;
There shall they taste His special love.