37   O Sing My Soul Your Maker s Praise




[1]
O sing my soul your Maker s praise
In grateful hymns ascending;
Whose steadfast love has crowned your days
With heav nly gifts unending.
I sought the Lord He heard my cry;
His holy angels hover nigh
The tents of those who love Him.

[2]
The Lord is good to those who seek
His face in time of sorrow
Pro viding comfort to the weak
And grace for each tomorrow.
Though grief may tarry for a night
The morn shall break in joy and light
With blessings from His presence.

[3]
The Lord will turn His face in peace
When troubled souls draw near Him;
His lovingkindness shall not cease
To those who trust and fear Him.
Our God will not forsake His own;
Eternal is His heav nly throne;
His kingdom stands forever.