Praise, my soul, the King of heaven
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Praise, my soul, the King of heaven, To his feet thy tribute bring; Ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven, Who like me his praise should sing? (Alleluia!) Praise the everlasting King. 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: 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: 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 with us the God of grace. |
Sit caelorum Rex laudatus cor tributum afferat lotus, emptus, recreatus, quis ut ego hunc canat? "Alleluia! Alleluia!" Rex aeternus audiat. Esto laus ei qui favit pressis ohm patribus; cito neminem culpavit nobis pariter bonus: Quantum fidei decus! More nos paterno curat: nempe infirmos esse scit; nos adversus hostes durat, portaturus nos subit: Late lenitas fluit. Vos nobiscum adorate, quem videtis, angeli, luna, sol, et vos laudate, ubicumque positi: Deum veneramini. |