Sweet is Thy mer­cy, Lord;
Before Thy mer­cy seat
My soul, ador­ing, pleads Thy Word,
And owns Thy mer­cy sweet.

My need and Thy de­sires
Are all in Christ com­plete;
Thou hast the jus­tice truth re­quires,
And I Thy mer­cy sweet.

Where’er Thy name is blest,
Where’er Thy peo­ple meet,
There I de­light in Thee to rest,
And find Thy mer­cy sweet.

Light Thou my wea­ry way,
Lead Thou my wan­der­ing feet,
That while I stay on earth I may
Still find Thy mer­cy sweet.

Thus shall the hea­ven­ly host
Hear all my songs re­peat
To Fa­ther, Son, and Ho­ly Ghost,
My joy, Thy mer­cy sweet.