There is a song I never tire of singing,
It is a song which down the ages rings;
Of love divine, so pure and strong and changeless,
Naught in this world such peace and joy can bring.
O song sublime of love divine,
Ring out thy story to all the list’ning world;
Soon it may be o’er land and sea,
To every nation love’s banner be unfurled.
- The sweetest song e’er sung by men or angels,
All nations join and swell the glad refrain;
Of Him who gave His life a willing off’ring,
Who died for all, will soon in glory reign.
- Oh, herald wide the song of full redemption,
Till all the world shall fall at His dear feet;
And own Him King whose love is e’er unchanging,
While o’er and o’er the story we repeat.