I will sing the praise, Of my Savior and my God,

He who sought my soul, While the way of sin I trod;

From the miry clay, He has set me on the Rock,

And has prayed for me, That my faith fail not.

Oh, what peace and joy, In His kingdom I possess,

By His grace I own, Everlasting righteousness,

Jesus is my song, With His blood I have been bought,

And He's prayed for me, That my faith fails not.

When my way is dark, And sore trials are at hand,

He will raise me up, For to view the Promised Land,

He will guard my way, When with trouble it is fraught,

And has prayed for me, That my faith fail not.

When my race is run, And dark shades of death appear,

He will bear me through, In His arms I am secure;

Heaven's glorious realm, Is my resurrection lot,

For He prayed for me, That my faith fail not.

When I see His face, How my heart shall then rejoice,

With the ransomed throng, I will raise my thankful voice;

I will praise His name, For my victory He wrought,

And did pray for me, That my faith failed not.