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381. Praise, My Soul

1 Praise, my soul, the King of heaven;
to his feet your tribute bring;
ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven,
evermore his praises sing:
Alleluia, alleluia,
praise the everlasting King.

2 Praise him for his grace and favour
to our forebears 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 Frail as summer's flower we flourish;
blows the wind and it is gone;
but, while mortals rise and perish,
God endures unchanging on:
alleluia, alleluia,
praise the high eternal one.

5 Angels, help us to adore him;
you 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.

[Alternative version:]

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?
Alleluia, alleluia,
praise the Maker all your days.

2 Praise God for the grace and favour
shown our forebears in distress.
God is still the same forever,
slow to chide and swift to bless;
alleluia, alleluia,
sing our Maker's faithfulness.

3 Like a loving parent caring,
God knows well our feeble frame;
gladly all our burdens bearing,
still to countless years the same.
Alleluia, alleluia,
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 endures unchanging on:
alleluia, alleluia,
praise the high eternal one.

5 Angels, teach us adoration;
you behold God face to face;
sun and moon and all creation,
dwellers all in time and space.
Alleluia, alleluia,
praise with us the God of grace.

Text Information
First Line: Praise, my soul, the King of heaven
Title: Praise, My Soul
Paraphraser: Henry Francis Lyte (1793-1847) (alt.)
Meter: 87 87 87
Publication Date: 1998
Scripture: ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ;
Topic: Praise of God; Psalm 103
Tune Information
Name: PRAISE, MY SOUL
Composer: John Goss (1800-1880)
Composer (descant): Gerald Manning (1943-)
Meter: 87 87 87
Key: D Major
Copyright: Descant © Gerald Manning



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