Redeemer

Verse 1

My Redeemer, let me be Quite happy at thy feet, Still to know myself and thee, Be this my bitter sweet: Look upon my infant state, And with a father's yearning bless; Don't thy ransom'd child forget, Nor leave me in distress.

Verse 2

I have foolishly abus'd My Saviour's bleeding love; All my gifts, my God, misus'd, When by temptation drove: Justly I deserve to be Forsaken by my Lord and God; Yet shall justice plead for me, For whom thou shedd'st thy blood.

Verse 3

Thy blest smiles, my gracious Lord, Shall cheer my drooping heart; I'm instructed in thy word That thou unchanging art: Draw me to the Depth profound Of all thy sorrows, blood and sweat, Passing on, thro' ev'ry wound, Unto thy mercy seat:

Verse 4

There, reclining on thy breast, Th' eternal Sabbath find; Proving in thee perfect rest To my poor lab'ring mind! Waiting 'till my Lord I see, And be like him forever pure, At the heav'nly jubilee, This bliss to me is sure.