Presenting: Thy Mercy, My God · John Stocker
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1. Thy mercy, my God, is the theme of my song;
The joy of my heart and the boast of my tongue:
Thy free grace alone, from the first to the last,
Hath won my affections, and bound my soul fast.
2 Without thy free mercy I could not live here;
Sin soon would reduce me to utter despair:
But, thro' thy free goodness, my spirits revive,
And he that first made me, still keeps me alive.
3 Whene'er I mistake, thy kind mercy begins
To melt me and then I can mourn for my sins;
And, led by the Spirit to Jesus's blood,
My sorrows are dry'd and my strength is renew'd.
4 Thy mercy is more than a match for my heart
Which wonders to feel its own hardness depart;
Dissolv'd by thy sun-shine, I fall to the ground
And weep to the praise of the mercy I found.
5 Thy mercy is endless, most tender and free;
No sinner need doubt, since 'tis given to me;
No merit will buy it, nor fears stop its course;
Good works are the fruits of its freeness and force.
6 Thy mercy in Jesus exempts me from hell;
Its glories I'll sing, and its wonders I'll tell;
'Twas Jesus my friend when he hung on the tree,
That open'd the channel of mercy for me.
7 Great Father of mercies, thy goodness I own,
And covenant love of thy crucified Son;
All praise to the Spirit whose witness divine
Seals mercy and pardon, and righteousness MINE.
The joy of my heart and the boast of my tongue:
Thy free grace alone, from the first to the last,
Hath won my affections, and bound my soul fast.
2 Without thy free mercy I could not live here;
Sin soon would reduce me to utter despair:
But, thro' thy free goodness, my spirits revive,
And he that first made me, still keeps me alive.
3 Whene'er I mistake, thy kind mercy begins
To melt me and then I can mourn for my sins;
And, led by the Spirit to Jesus's blood,
My sorrows are dry'd and my strength is renew'd.
4 Thy mercy is more than a match for my heart
Which wonders to feel its own hardness depart;
Dissolv'd by thy sun-shine, I fall to the ground
And weep to the praise of the mercy I found.
5 Thy mercy is endless, most tender and free;
No sinner need doubt, since 'tis given to me;
No merit will buy it, nor fears stop its course;
Good works are the fruits of its freeness and force.
6 Thy mercy in Jesus exempts me from hell;
Its glories I'll sing, and its wonders I'll tell;
'Twas Jesus my friend when he hung on the tree,
That open'd the channel of mercy for me.
7 Great Father of mercies, thy goodness I own,
And covenant love of thy crucified Son;
All praise to the Spirit whose witness divine
Seals mercy and pardon, and righteousness MINE.