We Bless the Lord, the Just, the Good
We bless the Lord, the just, the good,
Who fills our hearts with joy and food;
Who pours His bles-sings from the skies,
And loads our days with rich sup-plies.
He sends the sun his cir-cuit round
To cheer the fruits, to warm the ground;
He bids the clouds, with plen-teous rain,
Re-fresh the thirs-ty earth a-gain.
'Tis to His care we owe our breath,
And all our near es-capes from death:
Safe-ty and health to God be-long;
He heals the weak, and guards the strong.
He makes the saint and sin-ner prove
The com-mon bless-ings of His love;
But the wide diff-erence that re-mains
Is end-less joy, or end-less pains.
The Lord, that bruised the ser-pent's head,
On all the ser-pent's seed shall tread;
The stub-born sin-ner's hope con-found,
And smite him with a last-ing wound.
But His right hand His saints shall raise
From the deep earth, or deep-er seas;
And bring them to His courts a-bove,
There shall they taste His spec-ial love.