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 the ev­er­last­ing King!

Praise Him for His grace and fa­vor

To our fa­thers in dis­tress!

Praise Him still the same for ev­er

Slow to chide

and swift to bless!

Praise Him! praise Him!

Glorious in His faith­ful­ness.

Fatherlike He tends and spares us;

Well our fee­ble frame He knows.

In His hands He gent­ly bears us

Rescues us from all our foes.

Praise Him! praise Him!

Widely as His mer­cy flows!

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 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.

Alleluia! Al­le­lu­ia!

Praise with us the God of grace!