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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)

(Psalm ciii.)

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 as ever,

Slow to chide, and swift to bless;

Praise Him! praise Him!

Glorious in His faithfulness!

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:

Praise Him! praise Him!

Widely as His mercy flows.

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:

Praise Him! praise Him!

Praise with us the God of grace.

Frail as summer’s flower we flourish;

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!