Thy
D
mercy, my God, is the
G
theme of my song,
The
Bm
joy of my heart. and the
G
boast of my
A
tongue;
Thy
Em
free grace a
D/F#
lone, from the
G
first to the
E7/G#
last,
Hath
Em
won my a
G
ffections, and
A
bound my soul
D
fast.
G
D
G
With
D
out Thy sweet mercy I
G
could not live here;
Sin
Bm
soon would reduce me to
G
utter des
A
pair;
But,
Em
through Thy free
D/F#
goodness, my
G
spirits
E7/G#
revive,
And
Em
He that first
G
made me still
A
keeps me a
D
live.
G
D
G
Thy
D
mercy is more than a
G
match for my heart,
Which
Bm
wonders to feel its own
G
hardness de
A
part;
Dis
Em
solved by Thy
D/F#
goodness, I
G
fall to the
E7/G#
ground,
And
Em
weep to the
G
praise of the
A
mercy I’ve
D
found.
G
D
G
Great
D
Father of mercies, Thy
G
goodness I own,
And the
Bm
covenant love of Thy
G
crucified
A
Son;
All
Em
praise to the
D/F#
Spirit, Whose
G
whisper di
E7/G#
vine
Seals
Em
mercy, and
G
pardon, and
A
righteousness
D
mine.
All
Em
praise to the
D/F#
Spirit, Whose
G
whisper di
E7/G#
vine
Seals
Em
mercy, and
G
pardon, and
A
righteousness
D
mine.