Redemption

Precious Jesus, Thou can save,

Raising hope up from the grave;

Thou wilt break the hearts of stone

And come make sinful ones Thy own!

I am wretched, helpless, weak;

Still, Thy blessing do I seek;

Come, and light a holy fire

And fan the flames to this desire.

In this world, where'er I roam,

Thou wilt gently guide me home;

Make me strive to do what's right;

May I be pleasing in Thy sight.

Precious Jesus, Thee I praise;

Thy love I'll sing for endless days,

For Thee alone can make Thy own

Those whose hearts are made of stone!