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116. See Mercy, Mercy From on High | L.M. |
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| 1 | See mercy, mercy from on high, |
| Descend to rebels doomed to die; |
| 'Tis mercy free, which knows no bound; |
| How sweet, how pleasant is the sound! |
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| 2 | Soon as the reign of sin began |
| The light of mercy dawned on man, |
| When God announced the blessed news, |
| "The woman's seed thy head shall bruise." |
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| 3 | Brightly it beamed on men forlorn |
| When Christ, the holy child, was born; |
| And brighter still in splendor shone |
| When Jesus, dying, cried, 'Tis done! |
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| 4 | Complete in power, when He arose |
| And burst the bands of all His foes; |
| Then captive led captivity, |
| And took for us His seat on high. |
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| 5 | Till we around Him there shall throng, |
| This mercy shall be still our song; |
| For God shall every scheme confound |
| Of all that seek its course to bound! |
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