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