I am free, the Lord hath saved me,
I was burdened with my sin;
Then He whispered meek and lowly,
‘Come to me; I’ll take you in.’
Refrain:
Hallelujah! glory, glory!
Let us sound the jubilee;
I will tell the wondrous story
Of the blood that cleanseth me.
In His pity He redeemed me,
When He saw me in my woe;
Yes, He sanctified and cleansed me,
And I’m whiter than the snow.
Oh, the gushing springs of glory
That are flooding all my heart;
And the music, sweet and heav’nly,
Wakes the chords in every part.
Oh, the joy, no tongue can tell it!
‘Tis like many flowing streams;
Now I stand upon the summit,
Where the golden sunlight gleams.