Hymn: “Praise, My Soul, the King of Heaven” by Henry Francis Lyte

Praise, my soul, the King of Heav­en;
To His feet thy trib­ute bring!
Ransomed, healed, re­stored, for­giv­en,
Who like me His praise should sing?
Praise Him! Praise Him!
Praise the ev­er­last­ing King!

Praise Him for His grace and fa­vor
To our fa­thers in dis­tress!
Praise Him still the same for ev­er,
Slow to chide, and swift to bless!
Praise Him! Praise Him,
Glorious in His faith­ful­ness!

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.
Praise Him! Praise Him,
Widely as His mer­cy flows!

Frail as sum­mer’s flower we flour­ish;
Blows the wind, and it is gone;
But while mor­tals rise and per­ish,
God en­dures un­chang­ing on,
Praise Him! Praise Him!
Praise the high eter­nal one!

Angels, help us to adore Him;
Ye 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!

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