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Lyrics
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.
Without thy sweet 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, keeps me alive.
Thy mercy is more than a match for my heart
Which wonders to feel its own hardness depart;
Dissolv’d by thy goodness, I fall to the ground
And weep for the praise of the mercy I found.
Great Father of mercies, thy goodness I own,
And the covenant love of thy crucified Son;
All praise to the Spirit whose whisper divine
Seals mercy and pardon, and righteousness mine.
All praise to the Spirit, His whisper divine
Seals mercy and pardon, and righteousness mine.