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PRAISE, my soul, the King of heaven,
To His feet thy tribute bring;
Ransomed, healed, restored, for-given,
Who like thee His praise should
sing?
Praise Him! praise Him!
Praise the everlasting King.
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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.
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Father-like He tends and spares u
Well our feeble frame He knows
In His hands He gently bears us,
Rescues us from all our foes:
Praise Him! praise Him!
Widely as His mercy flows.
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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 with us the God of grace
H. F. Lyte