Hymnal: The Christian Psalmist
Date: 1850
Compiler: Silas W Leonard and A D Fillmore
Publisher/Printer: S W Leonard
First Line: By faith I see my Saviour dying
Topic: <no topic given>
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Composer: S Leonard
Meter: PM
Tune: Mercy's Free
Hymn Number: <no hymn number given>
Page Number: 313, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsBy faith I see my Saviour dy-ing
On the tree, on the tree;
To eve-ry na-tion He is cry-ing,
Look to me, look to me;
He bids the guilty now draw near,
Believe, repent, dismiss their fear;
Hark! hark! what precious words I hear!
Mercy's free, mercy's free.
Did Christ, when I was sin pursuing,
Pity me, pity me?
And did he snatch my soul from ruin,
Can it be, can it be?
O yes, he did salvation bring,
He is my Prophet, Priest, and King.
And now my happy soul can sing,
Mercy's free, mercy's free.
Jesus my weary soul refreshes-
Mercy's free, mercy's free-
And every moment Christ is precious,
Unto me, unto me;
None can describe the bliss I prove,
While though this wilderness I rove;
All may enjoy the Saviour's love-
Mercy's free, mercy's free.
This precious truth, ye sinners hear it-
Mercy's free, mercy's free-
Ye ministers of God declare it-
Mercy's free, mercy's free:
Visit the heathen's dark abode,
Proclaim to all the love of God,
And spread the glorious news abroad-
Mercy's free, mercy's free.
Long as I live, I'll still be crying,
Mercy's free, mercy's free;
And this shall be my theme when dying,
Mercy's free, mercy's free;
And when the vale of death I've passed,
When lodged above the stormy blast
I'll sing while endless ages last,
Mercy's free, mercy's free.