اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Savior, Redeemer of my soul
Whose mighty hand hath made me whole
Whose wondrous pow'r hath raised me up
And filled with sweet my bitter cup!
What tongue my gratitude can tell
O gracious God of Israel
Never can I repay thee, Lord
But I can love thee. Thy pure word
Hath it not been my one delight
My joy by day, my dream by night?
Then let my lips proclaim it still
And all my life reflect thy will
O'errule mine acts to serve thine ends
Change frowning foes to smiling friends
Chasten my soul till I shall be
In perfect harmony with thee
Make me more worthy of thy love
And fit me for the life above
