We speak of the mercy of God,
So boundless, so rich, and so free!
But what will it profit, my soul,
Unless ’tis relied on by thee?
We speak of salvation and love,
By the Father, in Jesus, made known;
But if I would live unto God,
By faith I must make it my own.
We speak of the Saviour’s dear name,
By which God can sinners receive;
Yet still I am lost and undone,
Unless in that name I believe.
We speak of the blood of the Lamb,
Which frees from pollution and sin;
But its virtues by me must be proved,
Or I shall be ever unclean.
We speak of the glory to come,
Of the heavens so bright and so fair,
But unless I in Jesus believe,
I shall not, I cannot be there