|Text:||Praise, My Soul, the King of Heaven|
|Author:||Henry F. Lyte|
1. Praise, my soul, the King of heaven,
to the throne thy tribute bring;
ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven,
evermore God's praises sing.
Praise the everlasting King.
2. Praise the Lord for grace and favor
to all people in distress;
praise God, still the same as ever,
slow to chide, and swift to bless.
Glorious now God's faithfulness.
3. Father-like, God tends and spares us;
well our feeble frame God knows;
mother-like, God gently bears us,
rescues us from all our foes.
Widely yet God's mercy flows.
4. Angels in the heights, adoring,
you behold God face to face;
saints triumphant, now adoring,
gathered in from every race.
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 F. Lyte (1834)|
|Topic:||New Heaven and a New Earth: Communion of the Saints; The Glory of the Triune God: Praise and Thanksgiving; Adoration and Praise(7 more...)|