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Praise My Soul the King of Heaven
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 the everlasting King.
Praise him for his grace and favour To our fathers in distress; Praise him still the same as ever, Slow to chide, and swift to bless. 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! 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 with us the God of grace.
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