1 There's a song in my heart that my lips cannot sing,
'Tis praise in the highest to Jesus, my King;
Its music each moment is thrilling my soul,
For I was a sinner, but Christ made me whole,
Chorus:
A sinner made whole! a sinner made whole!
The Savior hath bought me and ransomed my soul!
My heart it is singing, the anthem is ringing,
For I was a sinner, but Christ made me whole.
2 I shall stand one day faultless and pure by His throne,
Transformed from my image conformed to His own;
Then I shall find words for the song of my soul,
For I was a sinner, but Christ made me whole, [Chorus]
3 All the music of heaven, so perfect and sweet,
Will blend with my song and will make it complete;
Thro' ages unending the echoes will roll,
For I was a sinner, but Christ made me whole, [Chorus]
Source: The New Praiseworthy: for the Church and Sunday School #193