Perfect, yet it floweth, fuller every day, Perfect, yet it groweth, deeper all the way.
To God and to the Lamb, I will sing, I will sing.
Nestling bird nor star in Heaven such a refuge e’er was given.
Take myself – and I will be ever, only, all for thee.
Listen on YouTube (with lyrics), (a capella) Listen on SoundCloud Download or Listen on Google Drive Printable Lyrics & Sheet Music TEXT Johnson Oatman, Jr. 1897 A prolific hymn-writer, he wrote about 200 hymns a year and over 5,000 in his lifetime. One source says that after writing so many hymns, he would only allow…
Awake, my soul, and sing of Him who died for thee and hail Him as thy matchless King through all eternity.