Redeemer

1 My Redeemer, let me be
Quite happy at thy feet,
Still to know myself and thee,
Be this my bitter sweet:
Look upon my infant state,
And with a father's yearning bless;
Don't thy ransom'd child forget,
Nor leave me in distress.

2 I have foolishly abus'd
My Saviour's bleeding love;
All my gifts, my God, misus'd,
When by temptation drove:
Justly I deserve to be
Forsaken by my Lord and God;
Yet shall justice plead for me,
For whom thou shedd'st thy blood.

3 Thy blest smiles, my gracious Lord,
Shall cheer my drooping heart;
I'm instructed in thy word
That thou unchanging art:
Draw me to the Depth profound
Of all thy sorrows, blood and sweat,
Passing on, thro' ev'ry wound,
Unto thy mercy seat:

4 There, reclining on thy breast,
Th' eternal Sabbath find;
Proving in thee perfect rest
To my poor lab'ring mind!
Waiting 'till my Lord I see,
And be like him forever pure,
At the heav'nly jubilee,
This bliss to me is sure.

Source: Psalms, Hymns and Spiritual Songs: selected and original, designed for the use of the Church Universal in public and private devotion #CCXXXVIII

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