189. My Redeemer! O what beauties

  1. My Redeemer! O what beauties

    In that lovely name appear;

    None but Jesus, in His glories

    Shall the honored title wear.

    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

    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!

    O 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

    Then shall hear me shout His praise.

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