Bliss of the Pure

1O bliss of the purified! bliss of the free! I plunge in the crimson fountain, And though I descend all black to the stream, I rise all spotless from it.

2I rise to my native skies, and look down On the storms and the clouds beneath me; I rise to the arms of my Savior above, Who died on the cross to save me.

3O glory! the light of the city of God For ever and ever surrounds me; The Lamb is the light of the city above, And glory to God resounds there.

4O when shall I sweetly sink into rest In the arms of my dear Redeemer? When shall I see him, and never depart? When shall I sin no more?

5When I have done with these conflicts below, When I have done with the tears and the sighing, When I have done with temptations and fears, And done with the sin and the dying.