O Thou God of my sal­va­tion,
My Re­deem­er from all sin;
Moved by Thy di­vine com­pas­sion,
Who hast died my heart to win;
I will praise Thee, I will praise Thee,
Where shall I Thy praise be­gin?
I will praise Thee, I will praise Thee,
Where shall I Thy praise be­gin?

Though un­seen, I love the Sav­ior,
He hath brought sal­va­tion near;
Manifests His par­don­ing fa­vor,
And when Je­sus doth ap­pear,
Soul and bo­dy, soul and bo­dy,
Shall His glo­ri­ous im­age bear;
Soul and body, soul and bo­dy,
Shall His glo­ri­ous im­age bear.

Now I see with joy and won­der
Whence the heal­ing streams arose,
Angel-minds are lost to pon­der
Dying love’s mys­te­ri­ous cause;
Yet the bless­ing, yet the bless­ing
Down on all, to me it flows.
Yet the bless­ing, yet the bless­ing
Down on all, to me it flows.

While the an­gel choirs are cry­ing,
Glory to the great I AM,
I with them will still be vy­ing—
Glory, glo­ry, to the Lamb!
Oh, how pre­cious, oh, how pre­cious
Is the sound of Je­sus’ name!
Oh, how pre­cious, oh, how pre­cious
Is the sound of Je­sus’ name!

Angels now are ho­ver­ing round us,
Unperceived among the throng;
Wondering at the love that crowned us,
Glad to sing the ho­ly song;
Hallelujah, hal­le­lu­jah,
Love and praise to Christ be­long!
Hallelujah, hal­le­lu­jah,
Love and praise to Christ be­long!