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 me?
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 Savior’s dear name,
By which God can poor 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!