The Otterbein Hymnal

2 With thanks approach his awful sight, And psalms of honor sing; The Lord's a God of boundless might-- The whole creation's King.

3 Come, and with humble souls adore; Come, kneel before his face; Oh, may the creatures of his power Be children of his grace.

4 Now is the time--he bends his ear, And waits for your request; Come, lest he rouse his wrath, and swear, "Ye shall not see my rest."

Isaac Watts, 1719.

20 St. Thomas. S.M.

_Bless the Lord._ (29)

Oh, bless the Lord, my soul! Let all within me join, And aid my tongue to bless his name, Whose favors are divine.

2 Oh, bless the Lord, my soul, Nor let his mercies lie Forgotten in unthankfulness, And without praises die.

3 'Tis he forgives thy sins-- 'Tis he relieves thy pain-- 'Tis he that heals thy sicknesses, And gives thee strength again.

4 He crowns thy life with love, When ransomed from the grave; He who redeemed my soul from hell, Hath sovereign p