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Praise My Soul the King of Heaven
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Contemporary
Praise, my soul, the King of heaven,
To His feet thy tribute bring;
Ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven,
Evermore His praises sing;
Alleluia! Alleluia!
Praise the everlasting King.
Praise Him for His grace and favor
To our fathers in distress;
Praise Him, still the same as ever,
Slow to chide and swift to bless;
Alleluia! Alleluia!
Glorious in His faithfulness.
Frail as summer's flower we flourish,
Blows the wind and it is gone;
But, while mortals rise and perish,
God endures unchanging on;
Alleluia! Alleluia!
Praise the high eternal One.
Angels in the height, adore Him;
Ye behold Him face to face;
Saints triumphant, bow before Him,
Gathered in from every race;
Alleluia! Alleluia!
Praise with us the God of grace.

Praise, my soul, the King of heaven,
To His feet thy tribute bring;
Ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven,
Evermore His praises sing;
Alleluia! Alleluia!
Praise the everlasting King.

Praise Him for His grace and favor
To our fathers in distress;
Praise Him, still the same as ever,
Slow to chide and swift to bless;
Alleluia! Alleluia!
Glorious in His faithfulness.

Frail as summer's flower we flourish,
Blows the wind and it is gone;
But, while mortals rise and perish,
God endures unchanging on;
Alleluia! Alleluia!
Praise the high eternal One.

Angels in the height, adore Him;
Ye behold Him face to face;
Saints triumphant, bow before Him,
Gathered in from every race;
Alleluia! Alleluia!
Praise with us the God of grace.

   
   Henry Francis Lyte    
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