O for a thousand tongues to sing
My great Redeemer's praise
The glories of my God and King,
The triumphs of his grace!
Yours the name that charms our fears
And bids our sorrows cease;
'tis music in the sinner's ears,
'tis life and health and peace
O for a thousand tongues to sing
My great Redeemer's praise
To tell the world the glories of my God and King,
The triumphs of his grace!
He breaks the pow'r of cancelled sin,
He sets the prisoner free;
His blood can make the foulest clean;
His blood availed for me
He speaks, and listening to his voice,
New life the dead receive,
The mournful broken hearts rejoice,
The humble poor believe
Hear him, you deaf; his praise, you dumb,
Your loosened tongues employ;
You blind, behold your Saviour come;
And leap, you lame, for joy!
My gracious Master and my God,
Assist me to proclaim,
And spread through all the earth abroad
The honours of your name
A: He breaks the pow'r of cancelled sin
B: He sets the prisoner free
A: His blood can make the foulest clean
B: His blood availed for me
A: And listening to his voice
B: New life the dead receive
A: The broken hearts rejoice
A+B: The humble poor believe