| I will glory in my Redeemer | 
| Whose priceless blood has ransomed me | 
| Mine was the sin that drove the bitter nails | 
| And hung Him on that judgment tree | 
| I will glory in my Redeemer | 
| Who crushed the power of sin and death | 
| My only Savior before the holy Judge | 
| The Lamb who is my righteousness | 
| The Lamb who is my righteousness | 
| My righteousness | 
| I will glory in my Redeemer | 
| My life He bought, my love He owns | 
| I have no longings for another | 
| I’m satisfied in Him alone | 
| Yes, I will glory in my Redeemer | 
| His faithfulness my standing place | 
| Though foes are mighty and rush upon me | 
| My feet are firm, held by His grace | 
| My feet are firm, held by His grace | 
| Held by His grace | 
| I will glory in my Redeemer | 
| Who carries me on eagles' wings | 
| He crowns my life with loving-kindness | 
| His triumph song I’ll ever sing | 
| I’ll ever sing (we sing, we sing) | 
| And I will glory in my Redeemer | 
| Who waits for me at gates of gold | 
| And when He calls me, it will be paradise | 
| His face forever to behold | 
| And I will glory in my Redeemer | 
| Who waits for me at gates of gold | 
| And when He calls me, it will be paradise | 
| His face forever to behold | 
| His face forever to behold | 
| His face forever to behold | 
| Oh, I will behold, I will behold |