Thy Mercy, My God
Congregational singing
Metropolitan Tabernacle, London
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,
Has won my affections, and bound my soul fast.
Thy mercy in Jesus exempts me from hell;
Its glories I’ll sing, and its wonders I’ll tell;
’Twas Jesus, in mercy, Who hung on the tree,
And opened the channel of mercy for me.
Thy mercy is more than a match for my heart,
Which wonders to feel its own hardness depart;
O’ercome by Thy goodness, pride falls to the ground,
And awe fills my soul at the mercy I’ve found.
The door of Thy mercy stands open all day,
To souls poor and needy, who knock by the way;
Not one is rejected of all those who came,
Appealing for mercy in Jesus’ dear name.
Great Father of mercies! Thy goodness I own,
The covenant love of Thy crucified Son;
All praise to the Spirit, Whose whisper divine
Seals mercy, and pardon, and righteousness mine!
