Praise My Soul, the King of Heaven
Praise, my soul, the King of hea-ven,
To His feet thy tri-bute bring;
Ran-somed, healed, re-stored, for-gi-ven,
Who like me His praise should sing?
Praise Him, Praise Him, Praise Him, Praise Him,
Praise the ev-er-last-ing King.
Praise, Him for His grace and fa-vor
To our fa-thers in dis-tress;
Praise Him still the same as ev-er,
Slow to chide, and swift to bless:
Praise Him, Praise Him, Praise Him, Praise Him,
Glor-ious in His faith-ful-ness.
Fa-ther-like, He tends and spares us;
Well our fee-ble frame He knows;
In His hands He gent-ly bears us,
Res-cues us from all our foes;
Praise Him, Praise Him, Praise Him, Praise Him,
Wide-ly as His mer-cy goes.
Frail as sum-mer's flower we flour-ish,
Blows the wind and it is gone;
But while mor-tals rise and per-ish,
God en-dures un-chang-ing on.
Praise Him, Praise Him, Praise Him, Praise Him,
Praise the High E-ter-nal One.
An-gels, help us to a-dore Him,
Ye behold Him face to face;
Sun and moon, bow down be-fore Him,
Dwel-lers all in time and space:
Praise Him, Praise Him, Praise Him, Praise Him,
Praise with us the God of grace.