Praise, my soul, the King of heaven,
to his feet your 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 favor
to our fathers 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.
Fatherlike, he tends and spares us;
well our feeble frame he knows;
in his hands he gently bear us,
rescues us from all our foes.
Praise him, praise him, praise him, praise him,
widely as his mercy goes.
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.
Praise him, praise him, praise him, praise him,
praise the High Eternal One.
Angels, help us to adore him;
you behold him face to face;
sun and moon, bow down before him,
dwellers all in time and space.
Praise him, praise him, praise him, praise him,
praise with us the God of grace.