1 Like some sweet bird that upward flies,
My soul to heav’nly heights would rise,
And while I mount to worlds above,
Would sing of Christ’s redeeming love.
Redeeming love, redeeming love!
The grandest theme, all themes above;
My soul with joy her wings would prove
And sing of Christ’s redeeming love.
2 Like some sweet flow’r of spring that wakes,
When sun and show’r its slumber breaks,
My soul would rise from doubt and gloom,
And in His love eternal bloom. [Refrain]
3 Redeeming love! Oh can it be
That Jesus shed His blood for me?
His glorious name I will adore,
And praise and bless Him evermore. [Refrain]
Source: Young People's Songs of Praise #36