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  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.
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