I will sing of my Redeemer, And His wondrous love to me;
On the cruel cross He suffered, From the curse to set me free.
Refrain
Sing, oh sing, of my Redeemer, With His blood, He purchased me.
On the cross, He sealed my pardon, Paid the debt, and made me free.
I will tell the wondrous story, How my lost estate to save,
In His boundless love and mercy, He the ransom freely gave.
I will sing of my Redeemer, And His heav’nly love to me;
He from death to life hath brought me, Son of God with Him to be.
I Will Sing the Wondrous Story
I will sing the wondrous story
Of the Christ Who died for me;
How He left His home in glory
For the cross of Calvary.
Refrain:
Yes, I’ll sing the wondrous story
Of the Christ Who died for me,
Sing it with the saints in glory,
Gathered by the crystal sea.
I was lost, but Jesus found me,
Found the sheep that went astray,
Threw His loving arms around me,
Drew me back into His way.
I was bruised, but Jesus healed me,
Faint was I from many a fall,
Sight was gone, and fears possessed me,
But He freed me from them all.
Days of darkness still come o’er me,
Sorrow’s path I often tread,
But His presence still is with me;
By His guiding hand I’m led.
Soon He’ll come the Lord of glory,
Come the church His bride to claim,
And complete the wondrous story—
Come, Lord Jesus, come again!
He will keep me till the river
Rolls its waters at my feet;
Then He’ll bear me safely over,
Where the loved ones I shall meet.
I will sing you a song
of that beautiful land,
The far away home of the soul,
Where no storms ever beat
on the glittering strand,
While the years of eternity roll,
While the years of eternity roll;
Where no storms ever beat
on the glittering strand,
While the years of eternity roll.
Oh, that home of the soul!
In my visions and dreams
Its bright, jasper walls I can see;
Till I fancy but thinly the veil intervenes
Between the fair city and me,
Between the fair city and me;
Till I fancy but thinly the veil intervenes
Between the fair city and me.
That unchangeable home
is for you and for me,
Where Jesus of Nazareth stands;
The King of all kingdoms forever is He,
And He holdeth
our crowns in His hands,
And He holdeth
our crowns in His hands;
The King of all kingdoms forever is He,
And He holdeth
our crowns in His hands.
Oh, how sweet it will be
in that beautiful land,
So free from all sorrow and pain,
With songs on our lips
and our harps in our hands,
To meet one another again,
To meet one another again;
With songs on our lips
and our harps in our hands,
To meet one another again.