Blue Eve 11s

A minor arrangement of 72b Bellevue from the Sacred Harp.

Thy mercy, my God, is the theme of my song,
The joy of my heart, and the boast of my tongue;
Thy free grace alone, from the first to the last,
Hath won my affections and bound my soul fast.

Thy mercy is more than a match for my heart,
Which wonders to feel its own hardness depart;
Dissolved by thy sunshine I fall to the ground,
And weep to the praise of the mercy I found.

Thy mercy in Jesus excempts me from hell,
Its glories I'll sing and its wonders I'll tell;
'Twas Jesus, my friend, when he hung on the tree,
Who opened the channel of mercy for me.