Bliss of the Pure

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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!"

Source: Christ in Song: for all religious services nearly one thousand best gospel hymns, new and old with responsive scripture readings (Rev. and Enl.) #298

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First Line: O bliss of the pure ones
Title: Bliss of the Pure



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