1 O bliss of the pure ones!
O bliss of the free!
I've plung'd in the fountain once open'd for me!
O'er sin and uncleanness exulting I stand,
And point to the nailprints in his holy hands,
And point to the nailprints in his holy hands.
2 O bliss of the sav'd ones!
Christ Jesus is mine!
No more condemnation; no longer I pine.
In conscious salvation I sing of his grace
Who lifted upon me the smiles of his face,
Who lifted upon me the smiles of his face.
3 O bliss of the glad ones!
O bliss of the pure!
No wound hath the spirit that he can not cure;
No head bow'd with sorrow but sweetly may rest,
No tears but may vanish on his loving breast,
No tears but may vanish on his loving breast.
4 O Crucified Jesus! of thee will I sing,
My blessed Redeemer, my God and my King;
My soul fill'd with rapture, shall shout o'er the grave;
In him will I triumph, the "Mighty to Save!"
In him will I triumph, the "Mighty to Save!"
Display Title: Bliss of the PureFirst Line: O bliss of the pure ones!Tune Title: [O bliss of the pure ones!]Author: F. BottomeDate: 1908Subject: Christ | Purity; Living His Life | Purity; Special Selections | Male Voices