Whom I Praise
I praise the Almighty. the Deliverer
the Radiant Creator; the High King
the One who pitched His tent in the Heavens
the Voice that spoke this world into existence
I praise my Father; my Keeper
my Dearest Friend.
my Holy Hallowed Lamb
My Saviour
Abram followed the same Voice;
Moses spoke with the same King
Samuel served the same Holy Lamb;
David worshiped the same Father
Though i change He changeth not;
His consolations delight my Heart
His mighty arm upholds me
What world will break me if He is my support?
O wake my soul! rise and Hear Him!
He sings at daybreak as the lark!
O wake my soul! rise and See Him!
His face is hid in darkened clouds
O wake my soul! rise up within me!
feel His Spirit stirring up thine embers
O wake my soul! rise and answer Him!
"Speak, Lord, Thy servant listens"
From a rock of the Holy Mountain,
His grace runs clear as highland water
His promises alone can e'er come true
and He alone my soul sustaineth
O praise, my soul, thy sure Foundation
praise He whose song ripples through the Alps.
Praise, my soul, the Ever-living Author
Who wrote the Book of Life
'Twas He who wrote with skill unfathomed
the music of unnumbered birds
'Twas He who 'fore endless ages
numbered every star, planet, and moon
Praise with vigor Painter of the sunset!
Praise with Awe, the Healer of the wound!
Praise with sweet adoration the
tuner of the howling wind!
O wake my soul! rise and Hear Him!
He sings at daybreak as the lark!
O wake my soul! rise and See Him!
His face is hid in darkened clouds
O wake my soul! rise up within me!
feel His Spirit stirring up thine embers
O wake my soul! rise and answer Him!
"Speak, Lord, Thy servant listens"
Praise Him! Praise Him! Praise His name, ye Nations!
Surely He is most worthy of praise!
He, who sent the gentle rain of heaven
He who calmed the roaring seas!
Praise Him who dressed the earth in splendor
He who drew the garb of spring
He who carved the Mountains out of nothing
Praise, O world, His Holy Name
Praise Him who stretched the mighty seas at length
and told the very ocean, "Here shalt Thou Stop!"
Praise Him who laid the hills and moors and valleys
and made thee from the dust
Praise Him dawn to dusk
my soul i bid thee praise
praise the One Eternal Father
Praise, my soul, thy Friend | 
