First Line: Wake Thou my harp, O Mighty Love,

Wake Thou my harp, O Mighty Love,
That fiirst the boundless realm above !
Sweep Thou my strings, for I would sing
Redeeming grace through Christ my King.

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

2 Thou great First Cause of mortal good,
Whose throne through endless years has stood,
Instruct my feeble voice to sing
Redeeming grace through Christ my King.

3 The spark has kindled to a flame ;
My soul, rejoicing in Thy name.
Bids all within me join and sing
Redeeming grace through Christ my King.

4 And when my spirit flees away [day.
From all that cheers life's fleeting
With saints around Thy throne I'll
sing
Redeeming grace through Christ my King