1 Oh, could my voice make the universe ring,
Love still my theme should be;
More than has ever been sung I would sing
Of Jesus who suffered for me;
Mountains and valleys their voices should raise,
Sun, moon, and stars above,
All should repeat thro’ the ages my praise
Of Christ and His wonderful love.

Refrain:
Praise Him, praise Him, Jesus the King above;
Praise Him, ye nations, ye throngs on high,
Sing of His mercy and love;
Honor, glory, His thro’ the ages shall be,
Honor, and glory, and praise to the Lamb
Who suffered death for me.

2 Had I a thousand more years still to live
Here in this earthly place,
All to my Savior divine I would give,
Extolling His wonderful grace;
Stars for my crown should be ever my aim,
“More love to Thee” my plea,
Sweeter and sweeter my voice should proclaim
The Savior who suffered for me. [Refrain]

3 Soon in the land where the ransomed rejoice,
I with my Lord shall be;
Then I shall sing with a far sweeter voice,
In praise of His goodness to me.
There, near the throne of my glorified King,
With all the throngs above,
Sweeter as age follows age, I shall sing
Of Christ and His wonderful love. [Refrain]