T. Olivers
O THOU God of my salvation,
My Redeemer from all sin;
Moved by Thy divine compassion,
Who hast died my heart to win,
I will praise Thee, I will praise Thee;
Where shall I Thy praise begin?
I will praise Thee, I will praise Thee;
Where shall I Thy praise begin?
2
Though unseen, I love the Saviour;
He hath brought salvation near;
Manifests His pardoning favour;
And when Jesus doth appear,
Soul and body, soul and body
Shall His glorious image bear.
Soul and body, soul and body
Shall His glorious image bear.
3
While the angel choirs are crying,
“Glory to the great I AM,”
I with them will still be vying—
Glory, glory to the Lamb!
O how precious, O how precious
Is the sound of Jesus’ name!
O how precious, O how precious
Is the sound of Jesus’ name!
4
Angels now are hovering ’round us,
Unperceived amid the throng;
Wondering at the love that crowned us,
Glad to join the holy song:
Hallelujah, Hallelujah,
Love and praise to Christ belong!
Hallelujah, Hallelujah,
Love and praise to Christ belong!
