Hymnal: The Christian Psalmist
Date: 1848
Compiler: S W Leonard and A D Fillmore
Publisher/Printer: S W Leonard
First Line: Faith faith is the substance our hopes are on
Topic: <no topic given>
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Composer:
Meter: 11s
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Hymn Number: 94
Page Number: 131, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsBy faith I see my Saviour dying
On the tree, on the tree;
To every nation he is crying,
Look to me; look to me;
He bids the guilty now draw near,
Believe, repent, dismiss their fear,
Hark! Hark! What Precious word I hear,
Mercy's free, mercy's free.
By faith I see my Saviour dying
On the tree, on the tree;
To every nation he is crying,
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 through 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.