1 My soul is filled with gladness;
A song is in my heart;
No blinding tears of sadness
Can from my eyelids start.
By faith I now am trusting
This Christ who made me whole,
The precious love of Jesus
Is filling my soul.

Chorus:
Filling my soul, filling my soul!
Rivers of mercy are filling my soul,
My voice I lift in praise
For His kind and loving ways,
As the precious love of Jesus
Is filling my soul.

2 How can the day be dreary?
How can the shadows fall?
I know the He will guide me,
he hears me when I call.
What tho' the storms may threaten?
What tho' the ill betide?
The precious love of Jesus
Is filling my soul. [Chorus]

3 How can I e'er repay Him
For all His love to me?
I can but lift His banner,
That others, too, may see,
And daily strive to bring some
Poor wand'rer to the fold:
The precious love of Jesus
Is filling my soul. [Chorus]