13    C.M.     J. Hart
The Everlasting Mercy of God. Ps. 136; 100. 5

1 God’s mercy is for ever sure;
  Eternal is his name;
  As long as life and speech endure,
  My tongue this truth proclaim.

2 I basely sinned against his love,
  And yet my God was good;
  His favour nothing could remove,
  For I was bought with blood.

3 [That precious blood atones all sin,
  And fully clears from guilt;
  It makes the foulest sinner clean,
  For ’twas for sinners spilt.]

4 He raised me from the lowest state,
  When hell was my desert;
  I broke his law, and, worse than that,
  Alas! I broke his heart!

5 My soul, thou hast, let what will ail,
  A never-changing Friend;
  When brethren, friends, and helpers fail,
  On him alone depend.