I will sing the wondrous story,
How the great salvation came;
And my soul was filled with glory,
By believing in His name.
Hallelujah, for the glory
Of the precious, bloodstained cross;
’Tis the sweet and blessèd story,
Making all else seem but dross.
Sick of sin and earthly pleasure,
At His sacred feet I fell;
Then came joy that knew no measure,
Of the Savior’s blood-washed host.
Oh! the joy of full salvation,
Coming from the throne of God;
Offered free to every nation,
Thro’ the all atoning blood.