By faith I see the Saviour dying
On the tree, on the tree;
To ruined sinners He is crying—
Look to Me, look to Me.
He bids the guilty now draw near;
Hark, hark! His precious words I hear—
So soft, so sweet, they banish fear:
Mercy's free, mercy's free.
Did Christ, when I was sin pursuing,
Think of me, think of me?
And did He save my soul from ruin?
Can it be, can it be?
Oh, yes, He did salvation bring;
He is a Prophet, Priest and King;
And now my happy soul can sing,
Mercy's free, mercy's free.
Long as I live I'd still be crying,
Mercy's free, mercy's free;
Point to the Lamb for sinners dying
On the tree, on the tree.
There all my foes He hath withstood,
Washed all my sins away in blood,
Made manifest the love of God,
E'en to me, e'en to me.
How sweet the truth, ye sinners, hear it,
Mercy's free, mercy's free.
Ye saints of God, to all declare it,
Mercy's free, mercy's free.
Visit your neighbor's dark abode,
Proclaim to all this love of God,
Oh, spread the joyful news abroad,
Mercy's free, mercy's free.