1 O thou God of my salvation,
My Redeemer from all sin,
Mov'd to this by great compassion,
Yearning bowels from within;
I will praise thee:
Where shall I thy praise begin?
2 While the angel-choirs are crying
Glory to the great I AM;
I with them will still be vying.,
Glory, glory, to the Lamb!
O how precious
Is the sound of Jesus’ name!
3 Now I see, with joy and wonder,
Whence the healing streams arose:
Angels-minds are lost to ponder
Dying love's mysterious cause;
Yet the blessing,
Down to all, to me it flows.
4 Though unseen, I love the Saviour,
He almighty grace hath shown;
Pardon'd guilt, and purchas'd favor!
This he makes to mortals known,
Give him glory,
Glory, glory is his own.
5 Angels now are hov'ring round us,
Unperceiv'd they mix the throng,
Wond'ring at the love that crown'd us,
Glad to sing the holy song:
Hallelujah,
Love and praise to Christ belong.
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First Line: | O thou God of my salvation |
Meter: | P. M. |
Publication Date: | 1828 |
Topic: | Salvation through Jesus Christ: Addresses to Christ and gratitude for redeeming love |