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O FOR a thousand tongues to sing
   My great Redeemerís praise,
The glories of my God and King,
    The triumphs of His grace!
 
2  Jesus, the name that charms our fears,
    That bids our sorrows cease;
íTis music in the sinnerís ears,
    íTis life, and health, and peace.
 
3  He breaks the power of cancelled sin,
    He sets the prisoner free;
His blood can make the foulest clean;
    His blood availed for me.
 
4  He speaks and, listening to His voice,
    New life the dead receive,
The mournful, broken hearts rejoice,
    The humble poor believe.
 
5  Hear Him, ye deaf; His praise, ye dumb,
    Your loosened tongues employ;
Ye blind, behold your Saviour come;
    And leap, ye lame, for joy.
 
6  My gracious Master and my God,
    Assist me to proclaim,
To spread through all the earth abroad,
    The honours of Thy name.
 
Charles Wesley, 1707-88