O Thou God of my salvation

O thou God of my salvation,
My Redeemer from all Sin,
Mov'd to this by great Compassion,
Yearning Bowels from within:
I will praise thee: :
Where shall I thy Praise begin?

While the Angel-Choirs are crying;
Glory to the Great I AM!
I with them will still be vying.,
Glory, glory, to the Lamb!
O how precious: :
Is the Sound of Jesu's Name!

Now I see, with Joy and Wonder,
Whence the healing Streams arose;
Angels-Minds are lost to ponder
Dying Lov's mysterious cause;
Yet the Blessing
Down to all, to me it flows.

Tho unseen, I love the Saviour,
He Almighty Grace hath shown;
Pardoned Guilt and purchas'd Favour!
This he makes to Mortals known;
Give him Glory,
Glory, Glory is his own.

Angels now are hov'ring round us,
Unperceiv'd they mix the Throng,
Wond'ring at the Love that crown'd us,
Glad to sing the holy Song:
Hallelujah,
Love and praise to Christ belong.