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, Hath won my affection, and bound my soul fast. Without Thy sweet mercy, I could not live here. Sin would reduce me to want or despair. But through Thy free goodness my spirit's revived And He that first made me still keeps me alive. Thy mercy is more then a match for my heart, Which wonders to feel it's own hardness depart. Dissolved by Thy goodness, I fall to the ground, And weep for the praise of the mercy I've found. Great Father of mercy, Thy goodness I own In the covenant of Thy crucified Son. All praise to the Spirit, Whose whisper divine Seals mercy and pardon and righteoussness mine. --Cadmon's Call | 
