Praise, my soul, the King of Heaven;
\nTo His feet Thy tribute bring!
\nRansomed, healed, restored, forgiven,
\nWho like me His praise should sing?
\nPraise Him! praise Him!
\nPraise the everlasting King!<\/p>\n
Praise Him for His grace and favour,
\nTo our fathers in distress!
\nPraise Him still the same for ever,
\nSlow to chide, and swift to bless!
\nPraise Him! praise Him!
\nGlorious in His faithfulness!<\/p>\n
Father-like, He tends and spares us;
\nWell our feeble frame He knows.
\nIn His hands He gently bears us,
\nRescues us from all our foes,
\nPraise Him! praise Him!
\nWidely as His mercy flows!<\/p>\n
Frail as summer’s flower we flourish:
\nBlows the wind, and it is gone.
\nBut while mortals rise and perish,
\nGod endures unchanging on.
\nPraise Him I praise Him!
\nPraise the high eternal One!<\/p>\n
Angels, help us to adore Him;
\nYe behold Him face to face:
\nSun and moon, bow down before Him;
\nDwellers all in time and space,
\nPraise Him! praise Him!
\nPraise with us the God of grace!<\/p>\n
~Henry Francis Lyte<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Praise, my soul, the King of Heaven; To His feet Thy tribute bring! Ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven, Who like me 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… <\/p>\n