To the throne your tribute bring;
Ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven,
Evermore God's praises sing:
Praise the everlasting King.
Praise the Lord for grace and favour
To all people in distress;
Praise God, still the same for ever,
Slow to chide, and swift to bless:
Glorious now God's faithfulness.
Fatherlike, God tends and spares us;
Well our feeble frame he knows;
Motherlike, God gently bears us,
Rescues us from all our foes.
Widely yet God's mercy flows.
Angels in the heights adoring,
You behold God face to face;
Saints triumphant now adoring,
Gathered in from every race:
Praise with us the God of grace.
Henry F. Lyte