Praise My Soul
Praise, my soul, the King of Heaven
To His feet your tribute bring
Ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven
Evermore His praises sing
Here we stand at heaven’s open door
Choirs of angels help us to adore
Praise Him, praise Him, praise Him
Praise Him O my soul, praise the King of Heaven
Praise Him, praise Him, praise Him
Earth and heaven sing, praise with us the God of grace
Praise Him for His grace and favour
To our fathers in distress
Praise Him still the same forever
Slow to chide and swift to bless
Widely as His mercy overflows
Sweeter, louder how the anthem grows
Father-like, He tends and spares us
Well our feeble frame He knows
In His hand He gently bears us
Rescues us from all our foes
Angels who behold Him face to face
Sun and moon and all in time and space
Graham Kendrick & Martin Smith
© 2013 Thankyou Music/Gloworks/Adm. by CapitolCMGPublishing excl. UK & Europe, adm. by Kingswaysongs, a division of David C Cook tym@kingsway.co.uk
Used by permission
Adapted from words by H. F. Lyte (1793-1847)
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