H. F. Lyte
PRAISE, my soul, the King of heaven,
To His feet thy tribute bring;
Ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven,
Who, like me, His praise should sing?
Alleluia! Alleluia!
Praise the everlasting King!
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Praise Him for His grace and favor
To our fathers in distress,
Praise Him, still the same forever,
Slow to chide, and swift to bless;
Alleluia! Alleluia!
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;
Alleluia! Alleluia!
Widely as His mercy flows!
4
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!
