Thy mercy, my God, is the theme of my song, the joy of my heart, and the boast of my tongue. Thy free grace alone, from the first to the last, hath won my affections, and bound my soul fast. Without Thy free mercy, I could not live here. Sin soon would reduce me to utter despair, But through Thy free goodness, my spirits revive, and He that first made me still keeps me alive. Thy mercy surpasses the sin of my heart, which wonders to fill its own hardness depart. Dissolved by thy goodness, I fall to the ground and weep to the praise of the mercy I found. The door of thy mercy stands open all day to the needy and poor who knock by the way. No sinner shall ever be empty sent back who comes seeking mercy for Jesus' dear sake. Thy mercy in Jesus exempts me from hell. Its glories I'll sing, and its wonders I'll tell. 'Twas Jesus the friend when he hung on the tree that opened the channel of mercy for me. Great father of mercies, thy goodness I own and covenant love of Thy crucified son. All praise to the Spirit whose action divine seals mercy and pardon righteousness mine. John Stocker.