Lyrics
I will glory in my Redeemer,
whose priceless blood has ransomed me.
Mine was the sin that drove the bitter nails,
and hung him on that judgment tree
I will glory in my Redeemer,
who crushed the power of sin and death.
My only Saviour before the Holy Judge:
the Lamb who is my righteousness;
the Lamb who is my righteousness.
I will glory in my Redeemer,
my life he bought, my love He owns.
I have no longings for another;
I’m satisfied in him alone.
I will glory in my Redeemer,
his faithfulness my standing place.
Though foes are mighty and rush upon me:
my feet are firm, held by his grace;
my feet are firm, held by his grace.
I will glory in my Redeemer,
who carries me on eagle’s wings.
He crowns my life with loving-kindness,
his triumph song I’ll ever sing.
I will glory in my Redeemer,
who waits for me at gates of gold.
And when he calls me it will be paradise:
his face forever to behold;
his face forever to behold;
his face forever to behold.