4 Praise, My Soul, the King of Heaven

1
Praise, my soul, the King of heaven;
To His feet thy tribute bring.
Ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven,
Who like thee His praise should sing?
Praise Him, praise Him, Alleluia,
Praise the everlasting King.

2
Praise Him for His grace and favor
To our fathers in distress.
Praise Him, still the same forever,
Slow to chide and swift to bless;
Praise Him, praise Him, Alleluia,
Glorious in His faithfulness.

3
Tenderly He shields 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, Alleluia,
Widely as His mercy flows.

4
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, Alleluia,
Praise with us the God of grace.