Scripture Verse

My lips shall greatly rejoice when I sing unto Thee; and my soul, which Thou hast redeemed. Psalm 71:23


Fanny Crosby (1820–1915)

Words: Fan­ny Cros­by, in Songs of Re­deem­ing Love No. 2, by John R. Swe­ney et al. (Phi­la­del­phia, Penn­syl­van­ia: John J. Hood, 1887), num­ber 3. Some hym­nals give the au­thor as Mart­ha J. Lank­ton, one of Fan­ny’s pseu­do­nyms.

Music: Will­iam J. Kirk­pat­rick (🔊 pdf nwc).

William J. Kirkpatrick (1838–1921)


Sing, my soul! pro­claim the ho­ly rap­ture
Bursting now from ev­ery chord of thine;
Angel choirs, their high­est num­bers wak­ing,
Never told the bliss of a joy like mine.


Saved and re­deemed, thro’ sim­ple faith in Je­sus!
Now I am His, and He abides in me;
Saved and re­deemed! Oh, shout aloud the sto­ry;
Hid with Him for­ev­er­more my life shall be.

Sing, my soul! the rock where­on thou stand­est,
Firm, un­moved, thy an­chored hope shall keep;
He, thy Lord, still walk­ing on the bil­low,
Calms the trou­bled wave like a child to sleep.


Hark, my soul! from dist­ant realms eter­nal,
Borne in light on faith’s ce­les­ti­al wing,
Love’s glad songs to thee are gent­ly waft­ed,
Songs that by and by thou wilt learn to sing.


Look, my soul! the mor­row’s dawn is break­ing;
Hail, oh, hail, thy heav’n on earth be­gun!
He, the Lord, such heights of joy re­veal­ing,
Holds the bless­èd crown that will soon be won.