Made Perfectly Whole

In the full­ness of love

Jesus came from above

To re­deem me from guilt and from sin;

And He died on the tree

As a ran­som for me

And His blood makes me per­fect­ly whole.

What a full­ness of peace

What a rap­ture of bliss

What re­joic­ing when Christ made me whole;

When He showed forth His pow’r

In that won­der­ful hour

And so sweet­ly spoke peace to my soul!

Oh

how sweet was the hour

When the Sav­ior spoke peace to my soul!

By His won­der­ful grace

And His won­der­ful pow’r

I was cleansed and made per­fect­ly whole.

Heavy la­den with sin

And de­file­ment with­in

I bowed low at His mer­ci­ful feet

And He poured forth the flood

Of the soul-cleans­ing blood

And my heal­ing from sin was com­plete.

Now my heart is a tem­ple

Of glad­ness and song

Overflowing with love and with praise!

Everlasting thanks­giv­ings

To Je­sus be­long

And to Him glad thanks­giv­ings I raise.

It was when I be­lieved

That His peace I rec­eived

And my dar­kness was turned in­to day;

For He scat­tered the night

And my soul saw the light

And the bur­den of sin rolled away.

And now all the day long

His sweet love is my song

And I tell of His grace o’er and o’er

When I bow at His feet

And His prais­es re­peat

And my won­der­ful Sav­ior ad­ore.