flies,
My soul to heavenly heights would rise
And while I mount to worlds above,
Would sing of Christ's redeeming love.
Redeeming love, . . . redeeming love ! . . .
The grandest theme, all themes above ;
My soul with joy . . . her wings would prove,
And sing of Christ's redeeming love.
2 Like some sweet flower of spring that wakes,
When sun and shower its slumber breaks,
My soul would rise from doubt and gloom,
And in His love eternal bloom.
3 Redeeming love ! oh, can it be
That Jesus shed His blood for me ?
His glorious name I will adore,
And praise and bless Him evermore.