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Praise, My Soul, the King of Heaven (Tribute)

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while the melody of “Lauda Anima” brings a weightiness to the hymn, the lyrics of “Praise, My Soul” form a bright and agile portrait of God’s love and grace. These verses of Henry Lyte contain many of my favorite hymn nuggets, including slow to chide and swift to bless, and well our feeble frame he knows.

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"Praise, My Soul, the King of Heaven (Tribute)" small framed reproduction print

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  • 19" x 11"
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From Psalm 103
Henry F. Lyte, 1834

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 favor to our fathers in distress;
praise him, still the same forever, slow to chide and swift to bless;
Alleluia! Alleluia! Glorious in his faithfulness.

Fatherlike, 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 God’s mercy flows.

Frail as summer’s flow’r we flourish, blows the wind and it is gone;
but while mortals rise and perish, God endures unchanging on.
Alleluia! Alleluia! Praise the High Eternal One.

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

“Bless Jehovah, all ye his works, In all places of his dominion: Bless Jehovah, O my soul.” —Psalm 103:22

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