1 Praise, my soul, the God of heaven;
glad of heart your carols raise;
ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven
who, like me, should sing God's praise?
Praise the Maker all our days.
2 Praise to God for grace and favor
shown to all who are oppressed.
God shows steadfast love for ever,
slow to chide, and swift to bless:
Glorious is God's faithfulness!
3 Mother-like God tends and spares us;
knowing well our fragile frame.
Father-like, God gently bears us,
tender-hearted, slow to blame.
All within me praise God's name!
4 Frail as summer's flower we flourish,
blows the wind, and it is gone.
But while mortals rise and perish
God's compassion still lives on.
Praise the high eternal One!
5 Angels, teach us adoration
you who see God face to face;
sun and moon, and all creation,
dwellers all in time and space:
Praise with us the God of grace!
|First Line:||Praise, my soul, the God of heaven|
|Title:||Praise, My Soul, the God of Heaven|
|Adapter:||Ruth Duck (1974)|
|Adapter:||Ecumenical Women's Center|
|Author:||Henry F. Lyte (1834)|