[O for a thousand tongues to sing.]

HYMN 1. C. M.

1 O SON thousane dy hengaghyn
Dy chur ard-ghloyr da Creest;
Dy voylley eh er son e ghraih;
E ghrayse, e chionnaght-reesht.

2 My Vainshter, as my Haualtagh,
O cooin uss lesh my ghoo.
Ayns skeayley fud y theihll dty ghloyr,
As ooashley dt’ennym noo.

3 Ta dt’ennym, Yeesey, gerjagh shin,
Geiyrt trimshey veih nyn gree;
Cre’n eunys t’ayn da peccee voght,
T’oc sauchys ayn as shee.

4 T’eh brishey pooar yn peccah baaish,
Lhiggey’n pryssoonagh free;
E uill nee glenney’n peccagh s’brooie
Son te er ghlenney mee.

5 Lhig cia ny beuyr nish clashtyn rish,
Yn balloo ‘voylley eh
Lhig da ny doaill eh ‘chur-my-ner,
Son yiow ad slane livrey.

6 Jeeagh-jee, ta slane nyn loght er Creest,
Ghow Eayn meen Yee ayns laue
Dy chur son oural ‘armym hene,
Son peccah slane sheelnaue.

7 O dooisht-jee ass nyn gadley broghe,
As Creest ver soilshey diu;
Cur-jee flyn loght as sayrityn veue,
As niee-jee’n dooinney-doo:

8 Eisht marym’s s’broie va, bee fys eu
Dy vel eu slane pardoon;
Feer vaynrey vees shiu ayns e ghraih,
Bee flaunys eu tra t’ayn.

1 O FOR a thousand tongues to sing
My great Redeemer’s praise!
The glories of my God and King,
The triumphs of his grace!

2 My gracious Master, and my God,
Assist me to proclaim,
To spread through all the earth abroad
The honours of thy Name.

3 Jesus ! the Name that charms our fears,
That bids our sorrows cease;
‘Tis music in the sinner’s ears,
‘Tis life, and health, and peace.

4 He breaks the power of cancell’d sin,
He sets the prisoner free;
His blood can make the foulest clean,
His blood avail’d for me.

5 He speaks—and listening to his voice,
New life the dead receive;
The mournful, broken hearts rejoice;
The humble poor believe.

6 Hear him, ye deaf; his praise, ye dumb,
Your loosen’d tongues employ;
Ye blind, behold your Saviour come,
And leap, ye lame, for joy.

7 Look unto him, ye nations ; own
Your God, ye fallen race;
Look, and be saved through faith alone,
Be justified by grace.

8 See all your sins on Jesus lain:
The Lamb of God was slain:
His soul was once an offering made
For every soul of man.

9 Awake from guilty nature’s sleep,
And Christ shall give you light,
Cast all you sins into the deep,
And wash the Ahthiop white.

10 With me, your chief, ye then shall know,
Shall feel, your sins forgiven;
Anticipate your heaven below,
And own that love is heaven.