|Bless the Lord, O, my soul| (Ps. ciii.1).
Bless the Lord, O my soul; and all that is within me be stirred up to magnify His holy name. |Bless the Lord, O my soul, and forget not all His benefits; who forgiveth all thine iniquities; who healeth all thy diseases; who redeemeth thy life from destruction; who crowneth thee with lovingkindness and tender mercies; who satisfieth thy mouth with good things, so that thy youth is renewed like the eagle's.| Who so well can sing this thanksgiving song as we, rejoicing as most of us do, we trust, in this full salvation, and praising God for the glorious health of a risen Lord and a continual youth?
This psalm and its opening verses is in the very center of the Scriptures by an exact count of letters and verses. So let it stand in our lives, as we look backward and forward and upward in grateful thanksgiving as we sing in its closing strains, |Bless the Lord, O my soul, and all that is within me, bless His holy name.| Lord, center my heart in Thee and in the spirit of love and praise.