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 affection and bound my soul fast.
Without thy sweet mercy I could not live to hear,
sin would reduce me to utter despair.
But through thy free goodness my spirit's revived,
and he that first made me still keeps me alive.
Thy mercy is more than a match for my heart,
which wonders to feel its own hardness depart.
These are by thy goodness I fall to the ground,
and weep over the praise of the mercy I have found.
The mercy I have found.
Hallelujah.
The covenant love of thy crucified son.
Oh, praise to the spirit whose whisper divine,
seals
mercy and pardon and righteousness mine.
Oh, praise to the spirit whose whisper divine,
seals mercy and pardon and righteousness mine.
Sing highly.
Hallelujah.
Hallelujah.