Scripture Verse

Mighty to save. Isaiah 63:1


Francis Bottome

Words: Fran­cis Bot­tome, 1869.

Music: Will­iam B. Brad­bu­ry (🔊 pdf nwc).

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William B. Bradbury


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.


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

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


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.


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.