My Soul Shouts Glory

My soul shouts glo­ry to the Son of God

For the work free grace has done;

My faith looks up­ward with a stead­fast eye

That is clear as the noon­day sun.

Hallelujah! hal­le­lu­jah!

Hallelujah to the Sav­ior I ad­ore;

I will praise Him

I will praise Him

Hallelujah! I will praise Him ev­er­more.

My soul shouts glo­ry to the Son of God

Not a cloud nor care I see;

My hope is cling­ing with a per­fect trust

To the cross He has borne for me.

My soul shouts glo­ry to the Son of God

In His sec­ret place I dwell;

His con­stant pre­sence ov­er­shades me there

And my joy there is none can tell.

My soul shouts glo­ry to the Son of God

And I know it won’t be long

Till o’er the river

where the saints have gone

I shall join their eter­nal song.