1 Praise, my soul, the King of heaven,
To his feet your tribute bring;
Ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven,
Who like me, his praise should sing?
Praise the everlasting King.
2 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;
Glorious in his faithfulness.
3 Father-like, he tends and spares us;
Well our feeble frame he knows;
In his hands he gently bears us,
Rescues us from all our foes;
Widely as his mercy goes.
4 Frail as summer's flow'r we flourish,
Blows the wind and it is gone;
But while mortals rise and perish,
Gos endures unchanging on.
praise the High Eternal One.
5 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 with us the God of grace.
|First Line:||Praise, my soul, the King of heaven|
|Title:||Praise, My Soul, the King of Heaven|
|Author:||Henry Francis Lyte (1834; mod.)|
|Topic:||God: His Love and Grace; God: Faithfulness of; God: Fatherhood of1 more...|
|Composer:||Mark Andrews (1930)|
|Copyright:||Tune © 1930, G. Schirmer, Inc. All rights reserved. Used by permission.|