My Soul, Now Praise Thy Maker

1. My soul, now praise thy ma- ker! Let all with- in me bless His name Who mak- eth thee par- ta- ker Of mer- cies more than thou dar'st claim. For- get Him not whose meek- ness Still bears with all thy sin, Who heal- eth all thy weak- ness, Re- news thy life with- in. Whose grace and care are end- less And saved thee through the past; Who leaves no suf- f'rer friend- less, But rights the wronged at last.

2. He shows to man His trea- sure Of judg- ment, truth, and right- eous- ness, His love be- yond all mea- sure, His yearn- ing pi- ty o'er dis- tress, Nor treats us as we mer- it, But lays His an- ger by. The hum- ble, con- trite spir- it Finds His com- pas- sion nigh; And high as Heav'n a- bove us, As break from close of day, So far, since He doth love us, He puts our sins a- way.

3. For as a ten- der fa- ther Hath pi- ty on his child- ren here, He in His arms will ga- ther All who are His in child- like fear. He knows how frail our pow- ers Who but from dust are made; We flour- ish like the flow- ers, And ev- en so we fade; The wind but o'er them pass- es, And all their bloom is o'er\- We with- er like the grass- es, Our place knows us no more.

4. God's grace a- lone en- dur- eth, And child- ren's child- ren yet shall prove How He with strength as- sur- eth The hearts of all that seek His love. In Heav'n is fixed His dwell- ing, His rule is o- ver all; An- gels, in might ex- cel- ling, Bright hosts, be- fore Him fall. Praise Him who ev- er reign- eth, All ye who hear His Word, Nor our poor hymns dis- dain- eth\- My soul, O praise the Lord!