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Mercys Free
MERCY'S FREE-D. F. E. Auber
Mercy's Free
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By faith I view my Saviour dying,
On the tree, On the tree;
To ev'ry nation He is crying,
Look to me, Look to me;
He bids the guilty now draw near,
Repent, believe, 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?
Oh, 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.
Long as I live, I'll still be crying,
Mercy's free, Mercy's free,
And this shall be my theme in 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.