P. P. Bliss
MY Redeemer, Oh what beauties
In that lovely name appear;
None but Jesus in His glories
Shall the honored title wear.
My Redeemer, my Redeemer,
Thou hast my salvation wrought.
2
Sunk in ruin, sin, and misery,
Bound by Satan’s captive chain,
Guided by his artful treachery,
Hurrying on to endless pain:
My Redeemer, my Redeemer,
Plucked me as a brand from hell.
3
Mine by covenant, mine forever,
Mine by oath, and mine by blood,
Mine—nor time the bond shall sever,
Mine as an unchanging God:
My Redeemer, my Redeemer,
Oh, how sweet to call Thee mine!
4
When in heaven I see Thy glory,
When before Thy throne I bow,
Perfected I shall be like Thee,
Fully Thy redemption know.
My Redeemer, my Redeemer,
Then shall hear me shout His praise.
