O for the Tongue of an Angel

O for the tongue of an an­gel

To sing my Re­deem­er’s praise;

Surely His ten­der com­pass­ion

Has fol­lowed me all my days.

Out of my bond­age He brought me

Astonished His love I trace;

Once I was led by the tempt­er

But now I’m a child of grace.

O for the tongue of an an­gel

To sing my Re­deem­er’s praise;

Surely His ten­der com­pas­sion

Has fol­lowed me all my days.

O for a voice like a trum­pet

So loud that the world might hear;

Gladly I’d pub­lish re­demp­tion

Through Je­sus my friend so dear.

Over the re­gions of dark­ness

I’d sing of His love so free;

Ever re­peat­ing the sto­ry

Of what He has done for me.

O for a voice like a trum­pet

So loud that the world might hear;

Gladly I’d pub­lish re­demp­tion

Through Je­sus my friend so dear.

Lost in the depths of His mer­cy

And filled with His in­fi­nite love!

Upward my spir­it is ris­ing

Away to its home ab­ove.

Glory to Je­sus

all glo­ry

That when His dear face I see;

I’ll thank and ad­ore Him for­ev­er

For what He has done for me.

Lost in the depths of His mer­cy

And filled with His in­fi­nite love!

Upward my spir­it is ris­ing

Away to its home ab­ove.