1. Praise, my soul, the King of hea- ven; To His feet thy tri- bute bring. Ran- somed, healed, re- stored, for- giv- en, Ev- er- more His pra- ises sing: A- lle- lu- ia! A- lle- lu- ia! Praise the ev- er- last- ing King.

2. Praise Him for His grace and fa- vor To our fa- thers in dis- tress. Praise Him still the same as ev- er, Slow to chide, and swift to bless. A- lle- lu- ia! A- lle- lu- ia! Glor- ious in His faith- ful- ness.

3. Fa- ther like He tends and spares us; Well our fee- ble frame He knows. In His hands He gen- tly bears us, Res- cues us from all our foes. A- lle- lu- ia! A- lle- lu- ia! Wide- ly yet His mer- cy flows.

4. Frail as sum- mer's flower we flour- ish, Blows the wind and it is gone; But while mor- tals rise and per- ish Our God lives un- chang- ing on, Praise Him, Praise Him, Ha- lle- lu- jah Praise the High E- ter- nal One!

5. An- gels, help us to a- dore Him; Ye be- hold Him face to face; Sun and moon, bow down be- fore Him, Dwell- ers all in time and space. A- lle- lu- ia! A- lle- lu- ia! Praise with us the God of grace.