1 Your mercy, my God, is the theme of my song,
the joy of my heart, and the boast of my tongue;
your free grace alone, from the first to the last,
has won my affections, and bound my soul fast.

2 Your mercy in Jesus has freed me from hell;
its glories I'll sing and its wonders I'll tell;
this Jesus my friend, when he hung on the tree,
there opened the channel of mercy for me.

3 Your mercy is more than a match for my heart,
which wonders to feel its own hardness depart;
in awe at your goodness, I fall to the ground,
and weep to the praise of the mercy I found.

4 The door of your mercy stands open to all—
the poor and the needy, whoever shall call;
no sinner who comes seeking mercy today
is ever by Jesus sent empty away.

5 Great Father of mercies, your goodness I own,
and the covenant love of your crucified Son:
all praise to the Spirit, whose whisper divine
seals mercy and pardon and righteousness mine.