Bless the Lord, O my soul. He closes on his key-note. He cannot be content to call on others
without taking his own part; nor because others sing more loudly and perfectly
will he be content to be set aside. O my soul, come home to thyself and to thy
God, and let the little world within thee keep time and tune to the spheres
which are ringing out Jehovah’s praise. O infinitely blessed Lord, favor us
with this highest blessing of being forever and ever wholly engrossed in
blessing thee.
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