
Bless the Lord, O my soul, with delight,
For in the Beloved, we stand in His sight.
No heed to the foe’s condemning cries,
His distortions, his taunts, his cunning lies.
Rejoice, royal heirs, redeemed and free,
Accepted forever, on earth, eternally.
Bless the Lord, O my soul, lift His name high,
Forget not His mercies that never run dry!