8.7.4.
1
Praise, my soul, the King of Heaven,
To His feet thy tribute bring;
Ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven,
Evermore His praises sing;
Praise Him, praise Him!
Praise the everlasting King.
2
Praise Him for His grace and favour
To our fathers in distress;
Praise Him still the same for ever,
Slow to chide and swift to bless;
Praise Him, praise Him!
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;
Praise Him, praise Him!
Widely yet His mercy flows.
4
Angels in the height, adore Him;
Ye behold Him face to face;
Saints triumphant, bow before Him,
Gathered in from every race;
Praise Him, praise Him!
Praise with us the God of grace.
