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1. Savior, Redeemer of my soul, Whose mighty hand hath made me whole, Whose wondrous pow’r hath raised me up. And filled with sweet my bitter cup! What tongue my gratitude can tell, O gracious God of Israel. 2. Never can I repay thee, Lord, But I can love thee. Thy pure word, Hath it not been my one delight, My joy by day, my dream by night?
Tu palabra pura. But I can love thee. Thy pure word. ¿No ha sido mi único deleite? Hath it not been my one delight. ¿Mi alegría de día, mi sueño de noche? My joy by day, my dream by night? Entonces deja que mis labios lo proclamen aún. Then let my lips proclaim it still. Y toda mi vida refleja tu voluntad. And all my life reflect thy will.
Savior, Redeemer of my soul. Whose mighty hand hath made me whole. Whose wondrous pow'r hath raised me up. And filled with sweet my bitter cup! What tongue my gratitude can tell. O...
1. Savior, Redeemer of my soul, Whose mighty hand hath made me whole, Whose wondrous pow’r hath raised me up And filled with sweet my bitter cup! What tongue my gratitude can tell, O gracious God of Israel. 2. Never can I repay thee, Lord, But I can love thee. Thy pure word, Hath it not been my one delight, My joy by day, my dream by night?
- Orson F. Whitney
- Savior, Redeemer of my soul
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"Savior, Redeemer of My Soul" is a cherished hymn among members of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints (often referred to as Latter-day Saints or Mormons). The lyrics were penned by Orson F. Whitney, a prominent Latter-day Saint leader, poet, and historian in the 19th century.
Savior, Redeemer of my soul. Whose mighty hand hath made me whole. Whose wondrous pow’r hath raised me up. And filled with sweet my bitter cup! What tongue my gratitude can tell. O gracious God of Israel. Never can I repay thee, Lord. But I can love thee. Thy pure word. Hath it not been my one delight. My joy by day, my dream by night?
