Bless the Lord! or Lest we forget

And it shall be, when the Lord thy God shall have brought thee into the land which He sware unto thy fathers, to Abraham, to Isaac, and to Jacob, to give thee great and goodly cities, which thou buildedst not, and houses full of all good things which thou fillest not, and wells digged, which thou diggedst not, vineyards and olive trees, which thou plantedst not; when thou shalt have eaten and be full; then beware lest thou forget the Lord, which brought thee forth out of the land of Egypt, from the house of bondage” (Deuteronomy 6:10-12).

The blessings of the Lord are great,
    What pen their wealth can tell?
  They’re like the Giver—infinite
    Fresh springing as a well:
  While in their bounty we rejoice,
    How needful is the word:
  When filled with blessings rich and choice,
    Do not forget the Lord!

  The rich inheritance of saints,
    The goodly promised land,
  Which no corruption ever taints,
    Is given with liberal hand:
  ’Tis ours its riches to enjoy,
    The fruits it doth afford;
  But let His praise our lips employ,
    Lest we forget the Lord!

  The brooks, the springs, the fountains pure,
    The flocks upon the hill,
  The corn, the vine, the olive sure,
    Our hearts with gladness fill:
  The milk and honey, oil and wine,
    The food abundant stored,
  Are freely given by grace divine—
    Then let us bless the Lord!

  Soon, soon did Israel Him forsake
    Who gave the pleasant land;
  Without the Lord, they sought to take
    His blessings in their hand:
  They heeded not the warning word;
    They brake the sacred cord;
  Their bulwark gone, fierce flashed the sword,
    For they forgat the Lord!

  In Christ our blessings are secure
    Through His redeeming blood;
  At God’s right hand His seat is sure,
    And our eternal good:
  But while God’s purpose fills the mind,
    And fills our heavenly board,
  Let us bless Him—the Blesser kind,
    And ne’er forget the Lord!

  The Lord is greater than His gifts;
    His love than choicest wine
  Is far more sweet; the heart it lifts
    To praise in songs divine:
  His grace a lowly life has shown;
    His love the cross declared;
  His glory shines upon the throne—
    We bless, we bless the Lord!