Went to sleep with a heavy heart as one of our church elders passed away this week…but awoke with this song in my head. No obvious reason why since I haven’t heard it sung in awhile.
I will sing of my redeemer and his wonderous love to me;
On the cruel cross he suffered from the curse to set me free.
I will tell the wonderous story, how my lost estate to save;
In his boundless love and mercy, He the ransom freely gave.
I will paise my dear redeemer, his triumphant power I’ll tell;
How the victory he giveth over sin and death and hell.
I will sing of my redeemer, and his heav’nly love to me;
He from death to life hath bro’t me, son of God, with him to be.
Sing, O sing of my redeemer, with his blood, he purchased me;
On the cross he sealed my pardon, paid the debt and set me free.
Words by Philip Bliss, 1876.
Musings on Faith and Psychology 