344. Praise, my soul, the King- of heaven

Praise, my soul, the King- of heaven,

To His feet thy tribute bring;

Ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven,

Evermore His praises sing,

Alleluia! Alleluia!

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;

Alleluia! Alleluia!

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;

Alleluia! Alleluia!

Widely yet His mercy flows.

Angels in the height adore Him!

Ye behold Him face to face;

Saints triumphant bow before Him!

Gathered in from every race:

Alleluia! Alleluia!

Praise with us the God of grace.