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Verse 1

Oh, bliss of the purified! bliss of the free!
I plunge in the crimson tide opened for me!
O’er sin and uncleanness exulting I stand,
And point to the print of the nails in His hand.

Refrain

O sing of His mighty love,
Sing of His mighty love,
Sing of His mighty love,
Mighty to save.

Verse 2

Oh, bliss of the purified! Jesus is mine!
No longer in dread condemnation I pine:
In conscious salvation I sing of his grace,
Who lifteth upon me the light of His face.

Verse 3

Oh, bliss of the purified! bliss of the pure!
No wound hath the soul that His blood cannot cure;
No sorrow-bowed head but may sweetly find rest,
No tears but may dry them on Jesus’ breast.

Verse 4

O Jesus, the crucified! Thee will I sing;
My blessed Redeemer, my God and my King;
My soul, filled with rapture, shall shout o’er the grave,
And triumph in death in the light of Thy grace.

Verse 1

Jesus, Lover of my soul,
Let me to thy bosom fly,
While the nearer waters roll,
While the tempest still is high!
Hide me, O my Savior, hide,
Till the storm of life is past;
Safe into the haven guide,
O receive my soul at last!

Verse 2

Other refuge have I none;
Hangs my helpless soul on thee:
Leave, O, leave me not alone,
Still support and comfort me:
All my trust on thee is stayed,
All my help from thee I bring;
Cover my defenseless head
With the shadow of thy wing!

Verse 3

Thou, O Christ, art all I want;
More than all in thee I find;
Raise the fallen, cheer the faint,
Heal the sick, and lead the blind.
Just and holy is thy name,
I am all unrighteousness:
False and full of sin I am,
Thou art full of truth and grace.

Verse 4

Plenteous grace with thee is found,
Grace to cover all my sin:
Let the healing streams abound:
Make and keep me pure within.
Thou of life the fountain art,
Freely let me take of thee:
Spring thou up within my heart,
Rise to all eternity.

Verse 1

Oh, bliss of the purified! bliss of the free!
I plunge in the crimson tide opened for me!
O’er sin and uncleanness exulting I stand,
And point to the print of the nails in his hand.

Refrain

Oh, sing of his mighty love,
Sing of his mighty love,
Sing of his mighty love, mighty to save.

Verse 2

Oh, bliss of the purified! Jesus is mine!
No longer in dread condemnation I pine:
In conscious salvation I sing of his grace,
Who lifteth upon me the smiles of his face.

Verse 3

Oh, bliss of the purified! bliss of the pure!
No wound hath the soul that his blood cannot cure;
No sorrow-bowed head but may sweetly find rest;
No tears but may dry them on Jesus’ breast.

Verse 4

Oh, Jesus, the crucified! thee will I sing!
My blessed Redeemer! my God and my King;
My soul, filled with rapture, shall shout o’er the grave,
And triumph in death in the mighty to save.

Verse 1

In thy cleft, O Rock of Ages,
Hide thou me;
When the fitful tempest rages,
Hide thou me;
Where no mortal arm can sever
From my heart thy love forever,
Hide me, O thou Rock of Ages,
Safe in thee.

Verse 2

From, the snare of sinful pleasure
Hide thou me;
Thou, my soul’s eternal treasure,
Hide thou me;
When the world its power is wielding,
And my heart is almost yielding,
Hide me, O thou Rock of Ages,
Safe in thee.

Verse 3

In the lonely night of sorrow,
Hide thou me;
Till in glory dawns the morrow,
Hide thou me;
In the sight of Jordan’s billow,
Let thy bosom be my pillow,
Hide me, O thou Rock of Ages,
Safe in thee.