1 O for a thousand Tongues to sing,
My great Redeemer's Praise;
The Glories of my God and King,
The Triumphs of his Grace!

2 My gracious Master and my God,
Assist me to proclaim,
To spread thro' all the Earth abroad,
The Honours of thy Name.

3 Jesus, the Name that charms our Fears,
That bids our Sorrows cease;
'Tis Musick in the Sinner's Ears,
'Tis Life, and Health, and Peace.

4 He breaks the Power of cancel'd Sin,
He sets the Pris'ners free;
His Blood can make the Foulest clean;
His Blood avail'd for me.

5 He speaks, and, list'ning to his Voice,
New Life the Dead receive;
The mournful broken Hearts rejoice,
The humble Poor believe.

6 Hear him, ye Deaf; his Praise ye Dumb,
Your loosen'd Tongues employ;
Ye Blind your Saviour's come,
And leap, ye Lame for Joy.

7 Look unto Him, ye Nations, own
Your God, ye fallen Race;
Look and be sav'd thro' Faith alone,
Be justified by Grace.