Like some sweet bird that upward flies, My soul to heavenly heights would rise And while I mount to worlds above, Would sing of Christ's redeeming love. Redeeming love, . . . redeeming love ! . . . The grandest theme, all themes above ; My soul with joy . . . her wings would prove, And sing of Christ's redeeming love.
2. Like some sweet flower of spring that wakes, When sun and shower its slumber breaks, My soul would rise from doubt and gloom, And in His love eternal bloom.
3. Redeeming love ! oh, can it be That Jesus shed His blood for me ? His glorious name I will adore, And praise and bless Him evermore.