THE CHURCH
CONGREGATIONAL HYMNS

Bless God, My Soul

by SCOTTISH PARAPHRASE

Bless God, my soul, O Lord my God,
Thou art exceeding great;
With honour and with majesty.
Thou clothed art in state.
With light, as with a robe, Thyself
Thou coverest about;
And, like unto a curtain, Thou.
The heavens stretches out.
Who of his chambers doth the beams.
Within the waters lay;
Who doth the clouds his chariot make.
On wings of wind make way.
Who earth's foundations firm did lay,
That it should never shake.
Thou didst it cover with the deep,
As with a garment spread.
For cattle He makes grass to grow,
Herb for man's use to spring,
That from the bosom of the earth.
He bread for him may bring;
He sets the moon in heaven, thereby
The seasons to discern:
From Him the sun his certain time
Of going down doth learn.
O Lord, how manifold Thy works!
In wisdom wonderful.
Thou every one of them hast made;
Earth's of Thy riches full.
The glory of Jehovah shall
Endure while ages run;
The Lord Almighty shall rejoice.
In all that he hath done.
I to the Lord most high will sing,
So long as I shall live;
And while I being have I shall
To my God praises give