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 hand 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.
|First Line:||Praise, my soul, the King of heaven|
|Title:||Praise, My Soul, the King of Heaven|
|Author:||Henry F. Lyte, 1793-1874|
|Meter:||87 87 87|
|Topic:||Worship and Praise|
|Name:||LAUDA ANIMA (PRAISE, MY SOUL)|
|Composer:||John Goss, 1800-80|
|Incipit:||87 87 87|