O boundless salvation! deep ocean of love,
O fullness of mercy, Christ brought from above,
The whole world redeeming, so rich and so free,
Now flowing for all men, now flowing for all men,
Now flowing for all men, come, roll over me!

My sins they are many, their stains are so deep,
And bitter the tears of remorse that I weep;
But useless is weeping; thou great crimson sea,
Thy waters can cleanse me, thy waters can cleanse me,
Thy waters can cleanse me, come, roll over me!

My tempers are fitful, my passions are strong,
They bind my poor soul and they force me to wrong;
Beneath thy blest billows deliverance I see,
O come, mighty ocean, O come, mighty ocean,
O come, mighty ocean, and roll over me!

Now tossed with temptation, then haunted with fears,
My life has been joyless and useless for years;
I feel something better most surely would be
If once thy pure waters, if once thy pure waters,
If once thy pure waters would roll over me.

O ocean of mercy, oft longing I’ve stood
On the brink of thy wonderful, life giving flood!
Once more I have reachèd this soul cleansing sea,
I will not go back, I will not go back,
I will not go back till it rolls over me.

The tide is now flowing, I’m touching the wave,
I hear the loud call of the Mighty to Save;
My faith’s growing bolder, delivered I’ll be;
I plunge ’neath the waters, I plunge ’neath the waters,
I plunge ’neath the waters they roll over me.

And now, hallelujah! the rest of my days
Shall gladly be spent in promoting His praise
Who opened His bosom to pour out this sea
Of boundless salvation, of boundless salvation,
Of boundless salvation for you and for me.

Help us, O Jesus, Thou mighty Defender,
Help when the forces of evil appear;
Help us to battle and never surrender,
Help us to conquer, and drive away fear;
Satan is cunning, the prince of deceivers,
Bringing disaster to many believers.

Help us, O Jesus, in hours of temptation,
When both our faith and our courage are weak;
Teach us to look to the sign of salvation,
And near Thy cross a new armor to seek;
Then we shall conquer, if Thou wilt befriend us,
Thou wilt prevail and our faith will defend us.

Help us, O Jesus, when death shall spread terror,
And our poor eyes are too feeble to see;
Cleanse us and purge us from sin and from error;
That we may blindly in faith cling to Thee;
Help us, O Jesus, we conquer in dying,
Unto the last on Thy mercy relying.

Joyful news to all mankind,
Jesus is mighty to save;
All who seek shall surely find
Jesus is mighty to save.
Sinners may relinquish wrong,
Faltering hearts may now be strong;
Sound the tidings right along,
Jesus is mighty, is mighty to save.

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Jesus is mighty to save,
Jesus is mighty to save;
From the uttermost, to the uttermost,
Mighty to save!

Though as scarlet be the stains,
Jesus is mighty to save;
Though as steel the binding chains,
Jesus is mighty to save.
His the glorious sacrifice;
His the blood which paid the price;
His the love doth now entice;
Jesus is mighty, is mighty to save.

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Fearful soul, discard thy fears,
Jesus is mighty to save;
Seeker, haste to dry thy tears,
Jesus is mighty to save.
With assurance seek His face,
Doubt no more His love and grace,
Give Him now His rightful place,
Jesus is mighty, is mighty to save.

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Since His blood for thee was shed,
Jesus is mighty to save;
Since He lives Who once was dead,
Jesus is mighty to save.
While in conflict we engage,
When the storms around shall rage,
All our earthly pilgrimage,
Jesus is mighty, is mighty to save.

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Lo! the Lord, the mighty Savior,
Quits the grave, His throne to claim;
Object of His endless favor,
God o’er all exalts His Name;
Those who hate Him—
Clothed with everlasting shame.

Shout for joy, with songs of praises,
Ye who in His Name delight;
Shout, for God our Savior raises
To His throne, in endless might!
’Tis Jehovah—
Crowns our Lord in realms of light!

God His servant lifts to glory,
Bids Him all His honors share:
Now, Jehovah, we adore Thee,
And Thy righteousness declare:
Endless praises—
Shall Thy ransomed church prepare.

I have a Redeemer Who saves me from sin;
Now He’s abiding forever within,
His life for my ransom so freely He gave—
’Tis Jesus my Savior, mighty to save.

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Mighty to save! He’s mighty to save,
Yes! Jesus my Savior is mighty to save!
Sin’s old allurements no longer I crave;
Jesus allures me, mighty to save.

I have a Redeemer to pilot me o’er
Life’s angry billows to Heaven’s fair shore;
I know He will keep me, tho’ wild be the wave—
’Tis Jesus my Savior, mighty to save.

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I have a Redeemer, so watchful is He,
Walking beside me, my terrors all flee;
He guards me in danger, and bids me be brave—
’Tis Jesus my Savior, mighty to save.

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I have a Redeemer, I know He is mine,
Proving His presence by power divine;
I surely can trust Him to conquer the grave—
This Jesus my Savior, mighty to save.

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O who is this that cometh
From Edom’s crimson plain,
With wounded side, with garments dyed?
O tell me now thy name.
“I that saw thy soul’s distress,
A ransom gave;
I, that speak in righteousness,
Mighty to save.”

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Mighty to save, mighty to save,
Mighty to save, Lord I trust Thy wondrous love,
Mighty to save.

O why is Thine apparel
With reeking gore all dyed,
Like them that tread the wine-press red?
O why this bloody tide?
“I the wine-press trod alone,
’Neath darkening skies;
Of the people there was none
Mighty to save.”

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O, bleeding Lamb, my Savior,
How couldst Thou bear this shame?
“With mercy fraught, Mine own arm brought
Salvation in My Name:
I the bloody fight have won,
Conquered the grave;
Now the year of joy has come,
Mighty to save.”

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O Jesus, our King,
Thy glory we sing,
Thy rising declare,
And join the pomp, and the benefit share.
Thy conquest we feel
O’er death and o’er hell,
Redeemed from the grave,
And bold we proclaim Thee almighty to save.

We know that our Head
Is risen indeed,
Thy record receive,
And raised by the power of Thy spirit we live.
Thy Spirit attests
The truth in our breasts,
Thy witness imparts
The first resurrection of faith to our hearts.

Thou conquered beneath
The sharpness of death,
Our souls to retrieve,
And open the kingdom to all that believe.
Believing on Thee,
We rise from the tree,
And heavenward move,
And fly to Thy throne on the wings of Thy love.

Thy love that o’ercame
Our sorrow and shame,
And ransomed our race,
And sent Thee to God to prepare us a place;
Go after, it cries,
Proceed to the skies,
By Immanuel led,
So follow, and suffer, and reign with your Head.

Oh, bliss of the purified, bliss of the free,
I plunge in the crimson tide opened for me;
O’er sin and uncleanness exulting I stand,
And point to the print of the nails in His hand.

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Oh, sing of His mighty love,
Sing of His mighty love,
Sing of His mighty love,
Mighty to save.

Oh, bliss of the purified! Jesus is mine,
No longer in dread condemnation I pine;
In conscious salvation I sing of His grace,
Who lifted upon me the light of His face.

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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,
No tears—but may dry them on Jesus’ breast.

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O Jesus the Crucified! Thee will I sing,
My blessèd Redeemer, my God and my King;
My soul, filled with rapture, shall shout o’er the grave,
And triumph in death in the “Mighty to Save.”

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Praise the Redeemer, almighty to save;
Immanuel has triumphed o’er death and the grave!
O sing, for the door of the dungeon is open,
The Captive came forth at the dawn of the day!
How vain the precaution! the signet is broken;
The watchmen in terror have fled far away.
Praise the Redeemer, almighty to save;
Immanuel has triumphed o’er death and the grave!

Praise to the Conqueror; oh, tell of His love!
In pity to mortals He came from above.
O who shall rebuild for the tyrant his prison?
The scepter lies broken that fell from his hands;
His dominion ended, the Lord is arisen;
The helpless shall soon be released from their prison.
Praise the Redeemer, almighty to save;
Immanuel has triumphed o’er death and the grave!

See Him in raiment rent,
With His blood dyed:
Women walk sorrowing,
By His side.

Heavy that cross to Him,
Weary the weight:
One who will help Him stands
At the gate.

Multitudes hurrying
Pass on the road:
Simon is sharing with
Him the load.

Who is this traveling
With the curst tree—
This weary prisoner—
Who is He?

Follow to Calvary,
Tread where He rod:
This is the Lord of life—
Son of God.

Is there no loveliness—
You who pass by—
In that lone Figure which
Marks the sky?

You Who would love Him, stand,
Gaze at His face;
Tarry awhile in your
Worldly race.

As the swift moments fly
Through the blest week,
Jesus, in penitence,
Let us seek.

On the cross lifted up,
Thy face I scan,
Scarred by that agony—
Son of Man.

Thorns form Thy diadem,
Rough wood Thy throne,
To Thee Thy outstretched arms
Draw Thine own.

Nails hold Thy hands and feet,
While on Thy breast
Sinketh Thy bleeding head
Sore oppressed.

Loud is Thy bitter cry,
Rending the night,
As to Thy darkened eyes
Fails the light.

Shadows of midnight fall,
Though it is day;
Friends and disciples stand
Far away.

Loud scoffs the dying thief,
Mocking Thy woe;
Can this my Savior be
Brought so low?

Yes, see the title clear,
Written above,
“Jesus of Nazareth,”
Name of love!

What, O my Savior dear,
What didst Thou see,
That made Thee suffer and
Die for me?

Child of My grief and pain!
From realms above,
I came to lead thee to
Life and love.

For thee My blood I shed,
For thee I died;
Safe in thy faithfulness
Now abide.

I saw thee wandering,
Weak and at strife;
I am the Way for thee,
Truth and life.

Follow My path of pain,
Tread where I trod:
This is the way of peace
Up to God.

O I will follow Thee,
Star of my soul!
Through the great dark I press
To the goal.

Yes, let me know Thy grief,
Carry Thy cross,
Share in Thy sacrifice,
Gain Thy loss.

Daily I’ll prove my love,
Through joy and woe;
Where Thy hands point the way,
There I go.

Lead me on year by year,
Safe to the end,
Jesus, my Lord, my Life,
King and Friend.

Who is this that cometh from Edom,
Crimson red His garments dyed?
In His hands are cruel nail prints,
And a spear wound in His side?
Say, who is this “Man of Sorrows”?
Why is He thus pierced and scarred?
Who with face and form so kingly!
Why His beauteous visage marred?

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It is Christ, the King of glory,
Who His life a ransom gave,
Bow before Him, and adore Him,
Jesus Christ the mighty to save.

Who is this, despised and rejected,
Who the winepress trod alone?
Who is this by all forsaken,
Left to comfort there are none?
Who is this oppressed, afflicted,
Yet no murmur ever heard;
As a Lamb led to the slaughter,
Yet He answers not a word!

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Who is this with bearing so kingly,
And a crown His brow adorns,
Not of gold and gems befitting,
But of mocking, cruel thorns?
Why with many stripes thus beaten?
Why thus scourged and spit upon?
Why His anguish in the garden,
Kneeling, praying all alone?

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Who is this on Calvary’s mountain,
Dying there such shameful death?
Who for His tormentors praying,
With His last expiring breath?
Who is this that earth should tremble
And the sun in darkness hide,
Rocks be rent and graves be opened,
When He bowed His head and died?

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Who is this that comes from Edom,
All His garments stained with blood;
To the slave proclaiming freedom;
Bringing and bestowing good;
Glorious in the garb He wears,
Glorious in the spoils He bears?

’Tis the Savior, now victorious
Traveling onward in His might;
’Tis the Savior, O how glorious
To His people is the sight!
Jesus now is strong to save,
Mighty to redeem the slave.

Why that blood His raiment staining?
’Tis the blood of many slain;
Of His foes there’s none remaining,
None the contest to maintain:
Fallen they are, no more to rise,
All their glory prostrate lies.

This the Savior has effected
By His mighty arm alone;
See the throne for Him erected;
’Tis an everlasting throne:
’Tis the great reward He gains,
Glorious fruit of all His pains.

Mighty Victor, reign forever,
Wear the crown so dearly won;
Never shall thy people, never
Cease to sing what Thou hast done;
Thou hast fought Thy people’s foes;
Thou wilt heal Thy people’s woes.

Who is this with garments gory,
Triumphing from Bozrah’s way;
This that weareth robes of glory,
Bright with more than victory’s ray?
Who is this unwearied comer
From his journey’s sultry length,
Traveling through Idumè’s summer
In the greatness of his strength?

Wherefore red in thine apparel
Like the conquerors of the earth,
And arrayed like those who carol
O’er the reeking vineyard’s mirth?
Who art thou, the valleys seeking
Where our peaceful harvests wave?
“I, in righteous anger speaking,
I, the mighty One to save.”

“I, that of the raging heathen
Trod the winepress all alone,
Now in victor garlands wreathen
Coming to redeem Mine own:
I am He with sprinkled raiment,
Glorious for My vengeance hour,
Ransoming, with priceless payment,
And delivering with power.”

Hail! All hail! Thou Lord of Glory!
Thee, our Father, Thee we own;
Abraham heard not of our story,
Israel ne’er our Name hath known.
But, Redeemer, Thou hast sought us,
Thou hast heard Thy children’s wail,
Thou with Thy dear blood hast bought us:
Hail! Thou mighty Victor, hail!

“I lift My banner,” saith the Lord,
“Where Antichrist has stood;
The city of My Gospel foes
Shall be a field of blood.

“My heart has studied just revenge,
And now the day appears;
The day of My redeemed is come
To wipe away their tears.

“Quite weary is My patience grown,
And bids My fury go;
Swift as the lightning it shall move,
And be as fatal too.

“I call for helpers, but in vain;
Then has My Gospel none?
Well, Mine own arm has might enough
To crush My foes alone.

“Slaughter and My devouring sword
Shall walk the streets around,
Babel shall reel beneath My stroke,
And stagger to the ground.”

Thy honors, O victorious King!
Thine own right hand shall raise,
While we Thy awful vengeance sing,
And our Deliv’rer praise.

Look from Thy sphere of endless day,
O God of mercy and of might,
In pity look on those who stray,
Benighted in this land of light.

In peopled vale, in lonely glen,
In crowded mart by stream or sea,
How many of the sons of man
Hear not the message sent from Thee!

Send forth Thy heralds, Lord, to call
The thoughtless young, the hardened old,
A wandering flock, and bring them all
To the good Shepherd’s peaceful fold.

Send them Thy mighty Word to speak,
Till faith shall dawn and doubt depart,
To awe the bold, to stay the weak,
And bind and heal the broken heart.

Then all these wastes, a dreary scene,
On which with sorrowing eyes we gaze,
Shall grow with living waters green,
And lift to heaven the voice of praise.

Lord of mercy and of might,
Of mankind the Life and Light,
Maker, Teacher, Infinite;
Jesus, hear and save!

Strong Creator, Savior mild,
Humbled to a mortal child,
Captive, beaten, bound, reviled;
Jesus, hear and save!

Throned above celestial things,
Borne aloft on angels’ wings,
Lord of lords and King of kings;
Jesus, hear and save!

Soon to come to earth again,
Judge of angels and of men,
Hear us now, and hear us then;
Jesus, hear and save!

Wonderful love that rescued me, sunk deep in sin,
Guilty and vile as I could be—no hope within;
When every ray of light had fled, O glorious day!
Raising my soul from out the dead, love found a way.

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Love found a way, to redeem my soul,
Love found a way, that could make me whole.
Love sent my Lord to the cross of shame,
Love found a way, O praise His holy Name!

Love brought my Savior here to die on Calvary,
For such a sinful wretch as I, how can it be?
Love bridged the gulf ’twixt me and Heav’n, taught me to pray,
I am redeemed, set free, forgiv’n, love found a way.

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Love opened wide the gates of light to Heav’n’s domain,
Where in eternal power and might Jesus shall reign.
Love lifted me from depths of woe to endless day,
There was no help in earth below; love found a way.

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Now begin the heav’nly theme,
Sing aloud in Jesus’ Name;
Ye, who His salvation prove,
Triumph in redeeming love.

Ye, who see the Father’s grace
Beaming in the Savior’s face,
As to Canaan on ye move,
Praise and bless redeeming love.

Mourning souls, dry up your tears,
Banish all your guilty fears,
See your guilt and curse remove,
Canceled by redeeming love.

Ye, alas! who long have been
Willing slaves to death and sin,
Now from bliss no longer rove,
Stop and taste redeeming love.

Welcome all by sin oppressed,
Welcome to His sacred rest;
Nothing brought Him from above,
Nothing but redeeming love.

When His Spirit leads us home,
When we to His glory come,
We shall all the fullness prove,
Of our Lord’s redeeming love.

Hither then your music bring,
Strike aloud each cheerful string;
Mortals join the host above,
Join to praise redeeming love.

O God, whose presence glows in all,
Within, around us, and above,
Thy Word we bless, Thy Name we call,
Whose Word is truth, whose Name is love.

May love its holy influence pour
To keep us meek, and make us free;
And bind its tender blessing more
Round each with all, and all with Thee.

O send its angel to our side,
Its holy calm upon the breast;
For we would know no other guide,
And we can need no other rest.

Plunged in a gulf of dark despair
We wretched sinners lay,
Without one cheerful beam of hope,
Or spark of glimmering day.

With pitying eyes the Prince of grace
Beheld our helpless grief;
He saw, and, O amazing love!
He ran to our relief.

Down from the shining seats above
With joyful haste He fled,
Entered the grave in mortal flesh,
And dwelt among the dead.

He spoiled the powers of darkness thus,
And brake our iron chains;
Jesus hath freed our captive souls
From everlasting pains.

In vain the baffled prince of hell
His cursèd projects tries
We that were doomed his endless slaves
Are raised above the skies.

O for this love let rocks and hills
Their lasting silence break,
And all harmonious human tongues
The Savior’s praises speak.

Yes, we will praise Thee, dearest Lord,
Our souls are all on flame;
Hosannah round the spacious earth
To Thine adored Name.

Angels, assist our mighty joys,
Strike all your harps of gold;
But when you raise your highest notes,
His love can ne’er be told.

In love He redeemed me, the Savior divine,
I’m trusting in Him, life eternal is mine;
Unworthy the least of His gifts to receive—
Salvation is mine as on Him I believe.

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Wonderful, wonderful love!
He came from the glory above,
To seek and to save, and to make me His own;
O wonderful, wonderful love!

In love He redeemed me through shedding of blood,
From “far away” places he brought me to God;
He found me a sinner with no one to save,
And graciously, lovingly my sins forgave.

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In love He redeemed me and made me His own,
An heir to His glory, His kingdom and throne;
Now anthems of joy to His Name I will sing,
Adoring my Savior, my Lord and my King.

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Wonderful love that found us
Out on the mountain cold!
Wonderful love that brought us
Into the Savior’s fold!

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Wonderful love of Jesus!
Tell it in thankful song;
Tell of its power and greatness;
Sing it the whole day long.

Wonderful love whose presence
Beaming with light divine,
Ever through clouds and darkness
Maketh the sun to shine.

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Wonderful love that keeps us
Near to the Savior’s throne!
Dropping in tender blessings,
Filled with a joy unknown.

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When to the gate of Eden
Gathered in peace we come,
Wonderful love our password
Into the soul’s dear home.

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Almighty Father, Unoriginate,
Whom no man hath seen ever, nor can see;
Who reignest blest and only Potentate,
Light unapproachable encircling Thee:
Almighty Father, hallowed be Thy Name;
Who ever art, unchangeably the same.

Thou lovest us, else had we never been:
Before we were, in ages long ago,
Thy love had us and all our wants foreseen,
Creating us that we Thy love might know,
Yea, Father, Thou, in Whom we live and move,
Hast loved us with an everlasting love.

Thou madest man immortal at the first,
An image of Thine own eternity;
And when he fell from life, through sin accursed,
And lost his right to the life giving tree,
Thy love, unconquered would to him restore
His life ennobled and forevermore.

Such was Thy love, Thou didst not even spare
Thy Best-beloved, but gav’st Him for us all;
To live that human life beyond compare,
And dying, by His death retrieve our fall.
In Him Thy love unbounded we behold,
For, giving Him, Thou canst not aught withhold.

Thou knowest what we are, how frail and blind,
Thou still rememb’rest that we are but dust:
Like as a father pitieth, Thou art kind,
Thy justice kindness, and Thy kindness just.
Then hear Thy children’s prayer from Heav’n Thy throne;
Father, Thy kingdom come; Thy will be done.