504. O precious Saviour

O precious Saviour, deep Thy pain ;
From Thee the life-blood flowed
That washed our souls from every stain,
That paid the debt we owed.
Cleansed from our sins, renewed by grace,
Thy royal throne above
Blest Saviour, is our destined place ;
Our portion there Thy love.
Thine eye in that bright cloudless day
Shall, with supreme delight,
Thy fair and glorious bride survey
Unblemished in Thy sight.

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