Oh, Sing of His Mighty Love MIGHTY LOVE—William Batchelder Bradbury Oh, Sing of His Mighty Love 1 Oh, bliss of the purified, bliss of the free, I plunge in the crimson tide open’d for me; O’er sin and uncleanness exulting I stand, And point to the print of the nails in His hand. Chorus Oh, sing of His mighty love, Sing of His mighty love, Sing of His mighty love, Mighty to save. 2 Oh, bliss of the purified, Jesus is mine, No longer in dread condemnation I pine; In conscious salvation I sing