Wake Thou my harp, O Mighty Love, That fiirst the boundless realm above ! Sweep Thou my strings, for I would sing Redeeming grace through Christ my King.
Redeeming grace, redeeming grace, That gives my soul a resting-place ; I'll sing, while time rolls on apace, Redeeming grace, redeeming grace.
2. Thou great First Cause of mortal good, Whose throne through endless years has stood, Instruct my feeble voice to sing Redeeming grace through Christ my King.
3. The spark has kindled to a flame ; My soul, rejoicing in Thy name. Bids all within me join and sing Redeeming grace through Christ my King.
4. And when my spirit flees away [day. From all that cheers life's fleeting With saints around Thy throne I'll sing Redeeming grace through Christ my King