My soul exulting sings;
Rejoicing in thy favor,
Almighty King of kings!
I'll celebrate thy glory
With all thy saints above.
And tell the joyful story
Of thy redeeming love.
2Soon as the morn with roses
Bedecks the dewy east,
And when the sun reposes
My soul exulting sings;
Rejoicing in thy favor,
Almighty King of kings!
I'll celebrate thy glory
With all thy saints above.
And tell the joyful story
Of thy redeeming love.
2Soon as the morn with roses
Bedecks the dewy east,
And when the sun reposes