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.

Refrain

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.

Refrain

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.

Refrain

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.

Refrain

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.

Refrain

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.

Refrain

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.

Refrain

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.

Refrain

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.

Refrain

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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