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Mercy’s Free 337
Tune: Leonard P. Breedlove, 1858
Alto: D. F. Stevens, 1902
Lyrics: Sweet Singer of Israel, 1840
Meter: Particular Meter: 9,6,9,6,8,8,8,3
What's this that in my soul that's rising?
Is it grace? Is it grace?
Which makes me keep for mercy crying?
Is it grace? Is it grace?
This work that's in my soul begun,
It makes me strive all sin to shun,
It plants my soul beneath the sun,
Mercy's free! Mercy's free!
Great God of love, I can but wonder,
Is it grace? Is it grace?
Though I've no price at all to tender,
Is it grace? Is it grace?
Though mercy's free our God is just,
And if a soul should ere be lost,
This will torment the sinner most,
Mercy's free! Mercy's free!
Swell, swell, O swell the heav'nly chorus,
Mercy's free! Mercy's free!
The devil's kingdom falls before us,
Mercy's free! Mercy's free!
Sinners, repent, inquire the road
That leads to glory and to God,
Come, wash in Christ's atoning blood,
Mercy's free! Mercy's free!
This truth through all our life shall always cheer us,
Mercy's free! Mercy's free!
And through the vale of death shall bear us,
Mercy's free! Mercy's free!
And when to Jordan's banks we come
And cross the raging billow's foam,
We'll sing, when safely landed home,
Mercy's free! Mercy's free!