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Christ in Song 285

A Thousand Tongues

Words: Charles WesleyMusic: Dr. HarwoodC. M.

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

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

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

4He breaks the power of canceled sin, He sets the prisoner free; His blood can make the foulest clean, His blood availed for me.

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

6Hear him, ye deaf; his praise, ye dumb, Your loosened tongues employ; Ye blind, behold your Savior come; And leap, ye lame, for joy!

Also sung to
Howard (Hymns and Tunes 1886 #114)
Meter
C. M.
Scripture
Acts 4:12

The verse

Meter
8.6.8.6 · as printed
Foot
iambic (da-DUM) · 50% of beats fit
Rhyme
A
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/ stressed · ˘ unstressed · ? not in the dictionary

Verse 1

O for a thousand tongues to sing˘˘˘/˘/˘/8A
My great Redeemer's praise!˘/???/6B
The glories of my God and King,˘/˘˘˘/˘/8A
The triumphs of his grace!˘/˘˘˘/6C

Verse 2

My gracious Master and my God,˘/˘/˘˘˘/8A
Assist me to proclaim,˘/˘˘˘/6B
To spread through all the earth abroad˘///˘/˘/8C
The honors of thy name.˘/˘˘//6B

Verse 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./˘˘/˘//˘/˘//˘/˘///˘˘˘/˘///˘/˘/30A

Verse 4

He breaks the power of canceled sin, He sets the prisoner free; His blood can make the foulest clean, His blood availed for me.˘/˘/˘˘/˘/˘/˘/˘˘/˘/˘/˘/˘/˘/˘/˘˘30A

Verse 5

He speaks, and listening to his voice, New life the dead receive; The mournful, broken hearts rejoice, The humble poor believe.˘/˘/˘˘˘˘///˘/˘/˘/˘/˘/˘/˘/˘/˘/29A

Verse 6

Hear him, ye deaf; his praise, ye dumb,/˘//˘///8A
Your loosened tongues employ;˘/˘/˘/6B
Ye blind, behold your Savior come;//˘/˘/˘/8A
And leap, ye lame, for joy!˘///˘/6B

Counted by machine from the CMU Pronouncing Dictionary. It cannot hear emphasis or a poet’s licence, so treat it as a place to start reading, not the last word.