My Soul Is Filled with Glory

Jesus found me when afar I wan­dered

Brought me par­don from the throne ab­ove

Gave me peace that pass­eth un­der­stand­ing

Joy un­speak­able and full of love.

Praise the Lord! My soul is filled with glo­ry!

Praise the Lord! I love to tell the sto­ry

Of His grace that jus­ti­fies me free­ly

And I’m shout­ing

Glo­ry! till I get home.

Thro’ His Word He taught me full sal­va­tion—

How His blood could cleanse and sanc­ti­fy.

Then by faith I plunged in­to the fount­ain;

Now I’m look­ing for that home on high.

Praise the Lord! My soul is filled with glo­ry!

Praise the Lord! I love to tell the sto­ry

Of His grace that jus­ti­fies me whol­ly

And I’m shout­ing

Glo­ry! till I get home.

Trials ma­ny will be­set my path­way

And temp­ta­tions I shall sure­ly meet;

But my Sav­ior pro­mised grace to help me

Till I lay my tro­phies at His feet.

Praise the Lord! My soul is filled with glo­ry!

Praise the Lord! I love to tell the sto­ry

Of His grace that keeps and gives me vic­t’ry

And I’m shout­ing

Glo­ry! till I get home.