O for a thousand tongues to sing my great redeemer’s praise,
	The glories of my god and king, the triumphs of His grace!
Jesus! the name that charms our fears, that bids our sorrows cease;
	’Tis music in the sinner's ears, ’tis life, and health, and peace.
He speaks, and, list'ning 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 loosen'd tongues employ;
	Ye blind, behold your saviour come, and leap, ye lame, for joy.
Look unto him, ye nations, own your god, ye fallen race;
	Look, and be sav'd through faith alone, be justifi'd by grace.
My gracious master and my god, assist me to proclaim,
	To spread through all the earth abroad the honors of thy name.