Hymn 568
Praise, my soul, the King of heaven
Ọkàn mi, yìn Ọba ọrun
- Praise, my soul, the King of heaven
To His feet thy tribute bring;
Ransom’d, heal’d, restored, forgiven,
Who like thee His praise shall sing?
Praise Him, praise Him, 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 as ever,
Slow to chide, and swift to bless:
Praise Him, praise Him, Praise Him,
Praise him,
Glorious in His faithfulness. - 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,
Widely as His mercy flows. - Just like grass, our lives be compared,
Which can faint when the wind blows
For a while we live and we die
But the Lord remains the same
Praise Him, praise Him, Praise Him,
Praise him,
Praise the everlasting King. - 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.
Praise Him, praise Him, Praise Him,
Praise him,
Praise with us the God of grace. Amen.