Alfred H. Miles, ed. The Sacred Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907.
By Psalms and Hymns. V. “Praise, my soul, the King of heaven”Henry Francis Lyte (1793–1847)
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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!
To our fathers in distress;
Praise Him still the same as ever,
Slow to chide, and swift to bless;
Praise Him! praise Him!
Glorious in His faithfulness!
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.
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.
Blows the wind, and it is gone:
But while mortals rise and perish,
God endures unchanging on:
Praise Him! Praise Him!
Praise the high eternal One!