Praise, my soul, the King of Vrindavan,
To His throne thy tribute bring;
Ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven,
Evermore His praises sing.
Hare Krsna Hare Rama!
Praise Him on Garuda’s wings.

2. Praise the Lord for grace and favor
to all people in distress;
praise Him, still the same as ever,
slow to chide, and swift to bless.
Hare Krsna Hare Rama!
Glorious now His faithfulness.

3. 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.
Hare Krsna Hare Rama!
Widely yet His mercy flows.

4. Yakshas in the heights, adore Him,
You behold Him face to face;
Brahma and Shiva bow down before Him
All demigods in time and space
Hare Krsna Hare Rama!
Be with us Krsna’s grace.