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1 Praise, my soul, the King of heaven,
To his feet your tribute bring;
Ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven,
Who like me, his praise should sing?
2 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.
3 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.
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.
5 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.
Authorship and Copyright Information
Original by Words: Henry Francis Lyte (1 June 1793 – 20 November 1847)
Arrangement by Daniel Lyle
©2011 Daniel Lyle
Daniel Lyle is a pastor and worship leader living and ministring in New Hampshire. 
