Thy Mercy My God
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.
Without thy sweet mercy I could not live here,
sin soon would reduce me to utter despair;
but, through Thy free goodness, my spirits revive,
and He that first made me, still keeps me alive.
Thy mercy surpasses the sin of my heart
which wonders to feel its own hardness depart,
dissolved by thy goodness, I fall to the ground
and weep to the praise of the mercy I found.
The door of thy mercy stands open all day
to the needy and poor, who knock by the way;
No sinner shall ever be empty sent back,
who comes seeking mercy for Jesus’ dear sake.
Thy mercy in Jesus exempts me from hell;
it’s glories I’ll sing, and its wonders I’ll tell:
’twas Jesus the friend when he hung on the tree
that opened the channel of mercy for me.
Great Father of mercies, thy goodness I own,
and covenant love of thy crucified son:
all praise to the spirit, whose whisper divine
seals mercy and pardon and righteousness mine.
-John Stocker, England