My soul shouts glory to the son of God For the work free grace hath done, My faith looks upward with a steadfast eye That is clear as the noonday sun.

My soul shouts glory to the son of God, Not a cloud nor a care I see; My hope is clinging with a perfect trust To the cross he has borne for me.

My soul shouts glory to the son of God, In his secret place I dew; His constant presence over shades me there, And my joy there is none can tell.

My soul shouts glory to the son of God, And I know it will not be long; Till o'ver the river, where the saints have gone; I shall join their eternal song