Praise, My Soul, The King Of Heaven
Choir of Westminster Abbey
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The choir of Westminster Abbey sing the stirring hymn “Praise, my soul, the King of heaven” with words by Henry Francis Lyte (1793-1847). The trebles sing the penultimate verse on their own before they sing a soaring descant during the final verse. The pictures are all of Westminster Abbey with the final picture being the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier which is situated inside the Abbey’s western entrance.
Praise, my soul, the King of heaven;
To his feet thy tribute bring;
Ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven,
Evermore his praises sing:
Praise Him, Praise Him, Praise Him, Praise Him!
Praise the everlasting King.
Praise him for his grace and favor
To our fathers in distress;
Praise him still the same for ever,
Slow to chide and swift to bless:
Praise Him, Praise Him, Praise Him, Praise Him!
Glorious in his faithfulness.
Father-like, he tends and spares us;
Well our feeble frame he knows;
In his hand he gently bears us,
Rescues us from all our foes.
Praise Him, Praise Him, Praise Him, Praise Him!
Widely yet 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 Him, Praise Him!
Praise with us the God of grace.
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