<P> Praise, my soul, the King of Heaven; To His feet thy tribute bring . Ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven, Who like thee 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 for 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, in the height 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 . </P> <P> There is a fifth stanza to the poem, not often seen, inserted between the third and fourth stanzas above: </P> <P> Frail as summer's flower we flourish, Blows the wind and it is gone; But while mortals rise and perish God endures unchanging one, Praise Him, praise Him, Praise Him, praise Him, Praise the High Eternal One! </P>

My father was the sun and moon to me