Praise, My Soul, the King of Heaven

Praise, my soul, the king of heaven, To the throne 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 favour - To all people 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 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

Angles help’s us to adore him - Ye behold him face to face; Saints triumphant, now adoring, Gathered in from every race Praise him! Praise him! Praise him! Praise him! Praise with us the God of Grace.