194.  Mighty Love

1
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
O 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.

3
O 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,
And be in his presence forevermore blest.

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 o’er death in the “Mighty to save.”