That mercy they may taste and live. Covered is my unrighteousness, Nor spot of guilt remains on me, While Jesu's blood, through earth and skies, Mercy, free, boundless mercy, cries.
Mercy is all that's written there.
Though waves and storms go o'er my head, Though strength, and health, and friends be gone, Though joys be withered all and dead, Though every comfort be withdrawn, On this my steadfast soul relies, Father, thy mercy never dies. This document is from the Christian Classics Ethereal Library at Calvin College. Last updated on May 27, 1999.