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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 Him! Praise Him!
praise the everlasting King.
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!
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!
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 Him! Praise Him!
praise with us the God of grace!
Words: Henry F. Lyte, Spirit of the Psalms 1834. This hymn was sung at the wedding of the future Queen Elizabeth II of Britain, in Westminster Abbey, London, 1947
