O for a Thousand Tongues to Sing


O for a thousand tongues to sing
My great Redeemer’s praise
The glories of my God and King
The triumphs of his grace!

He breaks the power of cancelled sin
He sets the prisoner free
His blood can make the foulest clean
His blood availed for me

He speaks, and, listening to his voice
New life the dead receive
The mournful broken hearts rejoice
The humble poor believe

My gracious Master and my God
Assist me to proclaim
And spread through all the earth abroad
The honours of your name

Words: C.Wesley (1707-1788)
Music: T Jarman (1782-1862)