1 verse:
O 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!
Chorus:
O sing of his mighty love,
Sing of his mighty love,
Sing of his mighty love,
Mighty to save!
2 verse:
O bliss of the purified, Jesus is mine!
No longer in dread condemnation I pine.
Quite sure of salvation I sing of His grace,
Who lifted upon me the smile of His face!
3 verse:
O bliss of the purified, bliss of the pure!
No wound hath the soul that His blood cannot cure
The sorrowing heart shall in Jesus find rest,
The tears of the mourner be dried on His breast!
4 verse:
O Jesus the crucified, thee will I sing,
My blessèd 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!
