Where Shall My Soul Begin To Sing
Where shall my soul begin to sing
The great Redeemer’s love?
To praise the everlasting King,
Who left His throne above?
O love, what a delightful theme!
How charming is the sound!
Twas love that did the world redeem,
No other help was found.
Angels have strove, but all in vain,
To view the great design;
‘Tis mystery all: they can’t explain
The depth of love divine.
My feeble song I cannot raise
As angels do above;
Yet while I’ve breath I’ll sing the praise
Of this redeeming love.
And when I lose this stammering tongue,
I’ll sing as loud as they;
Salvation shall be all my song
Through one eternal day.