Where shall my soul begin to sing
The great Re­deem­er’s love?
To praise the ev­er­last­ing King,
Who left His throne above?

O love, what a de­light­ful theme!
How charm­ing is the sound!
Twas love that did the world re­deem,
No oth­er help was found.

Angels have strove, but all in vain,
To view the great de­sign;
’Tis mys­te­ry all: they can’t ex­plain
The depth of love di­vine.

My fee­ble song I can­not raise
As an­gels do above;
Yet while I’ve breath I’ll sing the praise
Of this re­deem­ing love.

And when I lose this stam­mer­ing tongue,
I’ll sing as loud as they;
Salvation shall be all my song
Through one eter­nal day.