First Line: Praise the King of Glory, He is God alone ,

Praise the King of Glory, He is God alone ;
Praise Him for the wonders He to us hath shown ;
For His promised presence all the pilgrim way,
For the flaming pillar, and the cloud by day.

Praise . . . Him, shining angels,
Strike . . . your harps of gold, . .
All . . . His hosts adore Him,
Who ... His face behold : . .
Through . . . His great domin - ion,
While . . . the ages roll, . .
All His works shall praise Him, all His
works shall praise Him,
All His works shall praise Him ; bless the
Lord, my soul !

2 Praise Him for redemption, free to every soul ;
Praise Him for the Fountain that can make us whole ;
For His gifts of kindness and His loving care,
For the blest assurance that He answers prayer.

3 Praise Him for the trials sent as cords of love,
Binding us more closely to the things above ;
For the faith that conquers, hope, that naught can dim,
For the land where loved ones gather unto Him.