Praise God

Ten thousand, thousand voices

Arise from earth to Heaven

The praise and adoration

Of the ransomed and forgiven

As the sound of many waters

As the music of a flood

To Him who has redeemed us

And washed us in His blood

 

To Him that overcometh

And sitteth on the throne

The same who prayed and wrestled

In Gethsemane alone

The same whose feet were wearied

On the hills of Gallilee

Who fed His hungering people

On the mount and by the sea

 

O hasten with your homage

Bringing incense, gold and myrrh

Bringing offerings of sweet savor

In your hands O worshiper

He hath food for hungry spirits

Gather swiftly to the feast

Weary not til ye have found Him

For His star is in the east

 

Beautiful upon the mountain

Are the footprints of our King

Who bringeth us glad tidings

Who doth our ransom bring

Who publisheth salvation

Redeems us with His blood

And makes humble followers

King and priests unto our God

 

O let me touch His garment

As amid the press He stands

There is blessing in His presence

There is healing in His hands

There is freedom for the captive

And for those in bonds, release

In Him is rest and comfort

And life and health and peace

 

Drop tears upon His wounded feet

Cling to His wounded hands

Let His eyes but rest upon me

A sin-sick suffering soul

Though dead in trespasses and sins

His touch will make me whole

 

O Savior I am blind from birth

Do thou anoint mine eyes

I weekly cling to things of earth

Wilt thou not bid me rise

O I hunger, do thou feed me

With heavenly manna sweet

I am weak and wandering, lead me

For snares beset my feet.