Praise, my soul, the King of heaven    

1) Praise, my soul, the King of heaven;
To His feet thy tribute bring;
Ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven,
Who like thee His praise should sing?
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Praise the everlasting King.

2) 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:
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Glorious in His faithfulness.

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;
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Widely as His mercy flows.

4) Frail as summer's flower we flourish,
Blows the wind and it is gone;
But while mortals rise and perish
God endures unchanging on.
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Praise the high eternal One.

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,
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Praise with us the God of grace.