258. Praise, my soul, the King of heaven

Praise, my soul, the King of heaven;
To his feet thy tribute bring;
Ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven,
Evermore his praises sing:
Alleluia! Alleluia!
Praise the everlasting King.

Praise him for his grace and favour
To our fathers in distress;
Praise him still the same as ever,
Slow to chide, and swift to bless:
Alleluia! Alleluia!
Glorious in his faithfulness.

Father-like he tends and spares us;
Well our feeble frame he knows;
In his hand he gently bears us,
Rescues us from all our foes.
Alleluia! Alleluia!
Widely yet his mercy flows.

Angels in the height adore him!
Ye behold him face to face;
Saints triumphant bow before him!
Gathered in from every race.
Alleluia! Alleluia!
Praise with us the God of grace.

Text Information
First Line: Praise, my soul, the King of heaven
Author: Henry F. Lyte (1834, alt.)
Publication Date: 1916
Topic: Sundays after Trinity: Praise and Adoration; Sunday Schools: Trinity Sunday; Sunday Schools: General Use
Language: English
Tune Information
Composer: John Goss (1869)
Incipit: 55551 76543 65342
Key: E♭ Major

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