1 Praise, my soul, the king of heaven;
To his feet your tribute bring;
Ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven,
Evermore his praises sing:
Praise the everlasting King.
2 Praise him for his grace and favor
To his people in distress;
Praise him still the same as ever,
Slow to chide, and swift to bless:
Glorious in his faithfulness.
3 Fatherlike he tends and spares us;
Well our feeble frame he knows;
In his hands he gently bears us,
Rescues us from all our foes.
Widely yet his mercy flows.
4 Frail as summer's flow'r we flourish,
Blows the wind and it is gone;
But while mortals rise and perish,
God endures unchanging on:
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:
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, 1793-1847|
|Meter:||8 7 8 7 8 7|
|Topic:||Christ the King; Angels; Comfort(7 more...)|