CHO.--Oh, sing of his mighty love,
Sing of his mighty love,
Sing of his mighty love, mighty to save.
2 Oh, bliss of the purified! Jesus is mine!
No longer in dread condemnation I pine:
In conscious salvation I sing of his grace,
Who lifteth upon me the smiles of his face.
3 Oh, bliss of the purified! bliss of the pure!
No wound hath the soul that his blood cannot cure;
No sorrow-bowed head but may sweetly find rest;