M0:|c:G|m:6/4|r:7.8.7.8.7.6.7.6.7.6.7.6|t:EWS 7 - My Soul Now Praise Your Maker|n:15|l:11.5|a:Johann Poliander (1540); tr: Catherine Winkworth (1863: 1827-1878)|h:Johann Hans Kugelmann (1495-1542)|x:https://hymnary.org/page/fetch/LBoW1978/862/high|b:NUN LOB MEIN SEEL
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E1:My soul, now praise your Ma_ker!/Let all with_in me bless His name/Who makes you full par_ta_ker/Of mer_cies more than you dare claim./For_get Him not whose meek_ness/Still bears with all your sin,/Who heals your e_v'ry weak_ness,/Re_news your life with_in;/Whose grace and care are end_less/And saved you through the past;/Who leaves no suf_f'rer friend_less/But rights the wronged at last.
E2:He of_fers all His trea_sure/Of jus_tice, truth, and right_eous_ness,/His love bey_ond all mea_sure,/His year_ning pi_ty o'er dis_tress,/Nor treats us as we me_rit/But sets His an_ger by./The poor and cont_rite spi_rit/Finds His com_pas_sion nigh;/And high as heav'n a_bove us,/As dawn from close of day,/So far, since He has loved us,/He puts our sins a_way./
E3:For as a ten_der fa_ther/Has pi_ty on His chil_dren here,/God 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 flou_rish like the flo_wers,/And e_ven so we fade;/The wind but through them pas_ses,/And all their bloom is o'er./We wi_ther like the gras_ses;/Our place knows us no more./
E4:His grace re_mains for_e_ver,/And chil_dren's chil_dren yet shall prove/That God for_sakes them ne_ver/Who in true fear shall seek His love./In heav'n is fixed His dwel_ling,/His rule is o_ver all;/O hosts with might ex_cel_ling,/With praise be_fore Him fall./Praise Him for_e_ver reig_ning,/All you who hear His Word/Our life and all sus_tain_ing./My soul, O praise the Lord!/