Songs

My Redeemer, O what beauties

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1	My Redeemer, O what beauties
	In that lovely Name Appear;
	None but Jesus, in His glories,
	Shall the honoured title wear.
	My Redeemer!
	Thou hast my salvation wrought.

2	Sunk in ruin, sin and misrery,
	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 for ever,
	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.

						Anon