Scripture Verse

…with the precious blood of Christ, as of a lamb without blemish and without spot. 1 Peter 1:19

Introduction

Words: Ca­leb J. Tay­lor (1753–1816).

Music: Sam­uel B. El­len­ber­ger, Bright Gems (York, Penn­syl­van­ia: Cri­der & Bro­ther, 1881), num­ber 6 (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a good pic­ture of Tay­lor or El­len­ber­ger (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),

Lyrics

O Je­sus, my Sav­ior, I know Thou art mine;
For Thee all the pleasures of earth I resign;
Of objects most pleasing, I love Thee the best;
Without Thee I’m wretched, but with Thee I’m blest.

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O praise the Lord, I’m saved,
I’m saved by the blood of the Lamb;
I’m saved, I’m saved,
O praise the Lord, I’m saved.

Thou art my rich treasure, my joy and my love,
No richer’s possessed by the angels above;
For Thee all the pleasures of sense I’ll forego
And wander a pilgrim distressèd below.

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O Je­sus, my Sav­ior, in Thee I am blest;
My life and my treasure, my joy and my rest;
Thy grace be my theme, and Thy name be my song;
Thy love doth inspire my heart and my tongue.

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Thy Spi­rit first taught me to know I was blind;
And taught me the way of sal­va­tion to find;
And when I was sinking in dreadful despair,
My Je­sus relieved me, and bid me not fear.

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In vain I attempt to describe what I feel;
The language of mortals for­ev­er must fail;
My Je­sus is precious, my soul’s in a flame;
I’m raised into raptures while praising His name.

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I find Him in singing, I find Him in prayer;
In sweet meditation, He always is near;
My constant companion, oh, may we not part;
All glo­ry to Je­sus who dwells in my heart.

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If ever I loved, sure I love Thee, my Lord,
I love Thy dear people, Thy ways and Thy word;
I love all creation, I love sinners, too,
Since Je­sus has died to redeem them from woe.

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Tho’ weak and despisèd, by faith I now stand,
Preserved and supported by Hea­ven’s kind hand;
In Je­sus supported, I’ll bless His dear name,
Regardless of censure, of praise or of blame.

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When happy in Christ, I regard not the proud,
Tho’ sinners despise me for singing so loud;
For death will soon call me, and then I shall fly,
To praise my dear Je­sus, in mansions on high.

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There millions of ages my soul shall employ,
In praising my Je­sus, my hope and my joy;
The glorified spirits and angels around,
Shall all be delighted to join the glad sound.

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