116. See Mercy, Mercy From on High

L.M.
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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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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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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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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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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!