Redeeming Grace

Wake thou

my harp

O Migh­ty Love

That fills the bound­less realm ab­ove!

Sweep thou

my strings

for I would sing

Redeeming grace thro’ Christ my king.

Redeeming grace

re­deem­ing grace

That gives my soul a rest­ing place;

I’ll sing

while time rolls on apace

Redeeming grace

re­deem­ing grace.

Thou great First Cause of mor­tal good

Whose throne thro’ end­less years has stood

Instruct my fee­ble voice to sing

Redeeming grace thro’ Christ my king.

The spark has kin­dled to a flame;

My soul

re­joic­ing in Thy name

Bids all with­in me join and sing

Redeeming grace thro’ Christ my king.

And when my spir­it flees away

From all that cheers life’s fleet­ing day

With saints around Thy throne I’ll sing

Redeeming grace thro’ Christ my king.