I Will Praise Him

I saw the cleansing fountain
Open wide for all my sin
I obeyed the spirits wooing
When he said «Wilt thou be clean»
I will praise Him
I will praise Him
Praise the land for sinner’s slain
Give Him glory all ye people
For his blood can wash away each stain
Though the way seems straight and narrow
All I claimed was swept away
My ambitions, plans, and wishes,
At my feet in ashes lay
Then God’s fire upon the altar
Of my heart was set aflame
I shall never cease to praise Him
Glory, Glory to His Name!
I will Praise Him
I will Praise Him
Praise the land for sinner’s slain
Give Him Glory all ye people
for His blood can wash away each stain
O, Glory, Glory to His Name…