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462b Upton


Bless, O my soul, the living God;
Call home thy thoughts, that rove abroad;
Let all the pow'rs within me join
In work and worship so divine.

Bless, O my soul, the God of grace;
His favors claim thy highest praise;
Let not the wonders He hath wrought
Be lost in silence, and forgot.

'Tis He, my soul, that sent His Son
To die for crimes which thou hast done:
He owns the ransom, and forgives 
The hourly follies of our lives.


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