51. I Will Tell The Wondrous Story

I am free, the Lord hath saved me, I was burdened with my sin; Then he whispered meek and lowly, “Come to me; I’ll take you in.”

Hallelujah! glory, glory! Let us sound the jubilee; I will tell the wondrous story Of the blood that cleanseth me.

2.

In his pity he redeemed me, When he saw me in my woe; Yes, he sanctified and cleansed me, And I’m whiter than the snow.

Hallelujah! glory, glory! Let us sound the jubilee; I will tell the wondrous story Of the blood that cleanseth me.

3.

Oh, the gushing springs of glory That are flooding all my heart; And the music, sweet and heav’nly, Wakes the chords in every part.

Hallelujah! glory, glory! Let us sound the jubilee; I will tell the wondrous story Of the blood that cleanseth me.

4.

Oh, the joy, no tongue can tell it!  ’Tis like many flowing streams; Now I stand upon the summit, Where the golden sunlight gleams.

Hallelujah! glory, glory! Let us sound the jubilee; I will tell the wondrous story Of the blood that cleanseth me.