Wednesday with the Wesleys

O, For a Thousand Tongues to Sing

 

O for a thousand tongues to sing

My great Redeemer’s praise!

The glories of my God and King,

The triumphs of his grace.

 

My gracious Master and my God,

Assist me to proclaim,

To spread through all the earth abroad

The honors of thy name.

 

He breaks the power of canceled sin,

He sets the prisoner free;

His blood can make the foulest clean;

His blood availed for me.

 

He speaks, and listening to his voice

New life the dead receive;

The mournful, broken hearts rejoice,

The humble poor believe.

 

Hear him, ye deaf, his praise, ye dumb,

Your loosened tongues employ,

Ye blind, behold your Savior come,

And leap, ye lame, for joy.

 

Charles Wesley 1739