Song 110 · RH 5, H.F Lyte
1. Praise, my soul, the King of
H.F Lyte
Praise, my soul, the King of heaven To His feet thy tribute bring; Ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven, Who like thee His praise should sing? Praise Him! Praise Him! Praise the everlasting King
Praise Him for His grace and favour To our fathers in distress; Praise Him, still the same for ever, Slow to chide and swift to bless; 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! Widely as His mercy flows.
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 with us the God of grace.