Praise, my soul, the King of heaven

Praise, my soul, the King of heaven;

To his feet thy tribute bring;

Ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven,

Who like me his praise should sing?

Praise him! Praise him!

Praise him! Praise him!      

Praise the everlasting King.

Praise him for his grace and favour

To our fathers in distress;

Praise him still the same for ever,

Slow to chide and swift to bless:

Praise him! Praise him!

Praise him! Praise him!

Glorious in his faithfulness.

Father-like he tends and spares us;

Well our feeble frame he knows;

In his arms he gently bears us,

Rescues us from all our foes:

Praise him! Praise him!

Praise him! Praise him!

Widely as his mercy floes.

Frail as summer’s flower we flourish;

Blows the wind and it is gone;

But, while mortals rise and perish,

God endures unchanging on:

Praise him! Praise him!

Praise him! Praise him!

Praise the high eternal One.

Angels, help us to adore him;

Ye behold him face to face;

Sun and moon bow down before him;

Dwellers all in time and space.

Praise him! Praise him!

Praise him! Praise him!

Praise with us the God of grace.

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