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 him, Praise him, praise the everlasting King.Praise him for his grace and glory,And favor to our fathers in distress.Praise him, still the same forever, Slow to chide and swift to bless.Praise him, praise him, praise him, Praise him, glorious in his name.Praise him, praise him, praise him, Praise him, glorious in his name.Father, like 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, praise him, Praise him, praise him,Widely as his mercy flows.Prail us, Sovereign Flower, we flourish.Blows the wind, and it is gone.But,But while mortals rise and perish, God endures unchanging on.Praise Him, praise Him, praise Him, praise Him,while day as His mercy flows.Angels help us to adore Him,yea, behold Him face to face.Sun and moon bow down before Him,dwell us all in time and space.Praise Him, praise Him, praise Him,praise Him, praise Him, praise with us,the God of grace.
