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.