Redeeming Grace

Verse 1

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.

Chorus

Redeeming grace, redeeming grace, That gives my soul a resting place; I’ll sing, while time rolls on apace, Redeeming grace, redeeming grace.

Verse 2

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.

Verse 3

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.

Verse 4

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.