1 LET the redeemed give thanks and praise
To a forgiving God!
My feeble voice I cannot raise
Till washed in Jesu's blood:
2 Till, at thy coming from above,
My mountain-sins depart,
And fear gives place to filial love,
And peace o'erflows my heart.
3 Prisoner of hope, I still attend
The appearing of my Lord,
These endless doubts and fears to end,
And speak my soul restored;
4 Restored by reconciling grace,
With present pardon blest,
And fitted by true holiness
For my eternal rest.
5 The peace which man can ne'er conceive,
The love and joy unknown,
Now, Father, to thy servant give,
And claim me for thine own.
6 My God, in Jesus pacified,
My God, thyself declare,
And draw me to his open side,
And plunge the sinner there.