My tongue cannot praise Jesus Christ enough For His faithfulness , Nor count I my life worthy Of the victory He gives.

I long to see Him, To fall at His nail-scarred feet, An endless song of praise and glory, My lips will e'er repeat.

My Saviour, God and King, Not my will but Thine. Take this small offering, I claim it no more mine.

Thy love alone, what perfect peace it brings. I need none other,save Thou, my God. My heart, fixed on Thee, now sings.