And when no words can be found,
to describe the joy that abound,
there comes forth a song in its wondrous sound.
Bringing glory to the King,
as if words have a wing,
when you start to sing.
O but when the joy is inexpressible and full of glory,
no word, nor song can tell the story…
No eye could see, no ear could hear, no man have sought,
the salvation that was wrought.
And worked out in a heart of one that was bought.
Angels in heaven cover there feet and eyes,
singing glory, glory, glory.
Oh let me then not this story despise.
To fear my God and King is wise.
No sound can be found,
all I can do is bend my knee and fall to the ground.
I dare not bring Him shame.
O Father let my life glorify thy Savior’s name.
And Him to all the world proclaim.
Even when I have no words to explain,
let Thy Holy Spirit make it plain,
that He is thé way,
that He is thé truth,
and the one and only mediator
that to a dead sinner can give thé life.
O Father give thy grace,
that the sinner might fall on His face.
That we together might sing thy praise,
from now and forever more in thy dwelling place.