1 Oh, bliss of the purified! bliss of the free!
I plunge in the crimson tide open for me!
O'er sin and uncleanness exulting I stand,
And point to the print of the nails in His hand.
Oh, sing of His mighty love,
Sing of His mighty love,
Sing of His mighty love
Mighty to save!
2 Oh, bliss of the purified! Jesus is mine,
In dread condemnation, no longer I pine;
In conscious salvation I sing of His grace,
Who lifted upon me the smile of His face! [Chorus]
3 Oh, bliss of the purified! bliss of the pure!
No wound hath the soul that His blood cannot cure;
No head sorrow bowed but may sweetly find rest,
No tears but may vanish on His loving breast. [Chorus]
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 at death in the "Mighty to Save!" [Chorus]
Source: Christ in Song: for all religious services nearly one thousand best gospel hymns, new and old with responsive scripture readings (Rev. and Enl.) #240
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|The Cyber Hymnal #4712||Oh, Bliss of the Purified||Oh, bliss of the purified, bliss of the free||[Oh, bliss of the purified, bliss of the free]||Francis Bottome|