Wake thou, my harp, O Migh­ty Love,
That fills the bound­less realm above!
Sweep thou, my strings, for I would sing
Redeeming grace thro’ Christ my king.

Refrain

Redeeming grace, re­deem­ing grace,
That gives my soul a rest­ing place;
I’ll sing, while time rolls on apace,
Redeeming grace, re­deem­ing grace.

Thou great First Cause of mor­tal good,
Whose throne thro’ end­less years has stood,
Instruct my fee­ble voice to sing
Redeeming grace thro’ Christ my king.

Refrain

The spark has kin­dled to a flame;
My soul, re­joic­ing in Thy name,
Bids all with­in me join and sing
Redeeming grace thro’ Christ my king.

Refrain

And when my spi­rit flees away
From all that cheers life’s fleet­ing day,
With saints around Thy throne I’ll sing
Redeeming grace thro’ Christ my king.

Refrain