“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?
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.’
Till we around Him there shall throng
This mercy shall be still our song;
For God shall every scheme confound
Of all who seek its course to bound.”