1 O thou God of my salvation,
My Redeemer from all sin,
Mov'd to this by great compassion,
Yearning bowels from within;
I will praise thee--
Where shall I thy praise begin?
2 While the angel-choirs are crying,
"Glory to the great I AM!"
I with them will still be vying,
"Glory, glory, to the lamb!"
Oh! how precious
Is the sound of Jesus’ name!
3 Now I see, with joy and wonder,
Whence the healing streams arose;
Angels-minds are lost to ponder
Dying love's mysterious cause;
What a blessing!
Down to all, to me it flows.
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