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Bless the Lord, O my soul, All that is within me; To embrace and console, Giving insight to see. To bless His holy name, And all His benefits; About what I proclaim, Of what one inherits. He heals all of your ills, Forgives iniquities; While the truth instills, To calm anxieties. He who redeems your life, Crowns you with love and grace; Mercy to ease your strife, Steadfastly to embrace. He satisfies with good, Renews like eagle wings; Guides you the way you should, To soar high that it brings. Copyright © 2024 Richard Newton Sherrer Vote for this poem
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