by Fanny Crosby (1820–1915)
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| Blessed as | surance, J | esus is | mine! |
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| O what a | fore | taste of | glory di | vine! |
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| Heir of salv | ation, | purchase of | God, |
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| Born of his | Spirit, | washed in his b | lood. |
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| Perfect subm | ission, | perfect del | ight, |
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| Visions of | rapt | ure now | burst on my s | ight; |
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| Angels desc | ending | bring from a | bove, |
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| Echoes of | mercy, w | hispers of | love. |
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| Perfect sub | mission, | all is at | rest; |
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| I in my | Savi | or am h | appy and | blessed, |
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| Watching and | waiting, l | ooking a | bove, |
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| Filled with his g | oodness, | lost in his l | ove. |
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| Praising my S | avior a | ll the day l | ong. |