1
OH, for a thousand tongues to sing
My great Redeemer’s praise,
The glories of my God and King,
The triumphs of His grace!
2
My gracious Master and my God,
To spread through the earth abroad
The honours of Thy name.
3
Jesus! the name that charms our fears,
That bids our sorrows cease;
“Tis music in the sinner’s ears,
Tis life, and health, and peace.
4
He breaks the power of cancelled
He sets the pris’ner free: [sin,
His blood can make the foulest
His blood availed for me. [clean,
5
Hear Him, ye deaf; His praise, ye dumb,
Your loosened tongues employ;
Ye blind, behold your Saviour
come:
And leap, ye lame, for joy!
Charles Wesley.