1 The tender mercies of the Lord
On those that fear his name,
For every thankful tongue afford
An everlasting theme.

2 [He pities all that feel his fear,
When wounded, pained or weak;
As tender mothers grieve to hear
Their infants moan when sick.]

3 He to the needy and the faint
His mighty aid makes known;
And, when their languid life is spent,
Supplies it with his own.

4 The body in his bounty shares,
Sustained with corn and wine;
But for the soul himself prepares
A banquet more divine.

5 By faith received, his flesh and blood
Shall life eternal give;
For he that eats immortal food,
Immortally must live.