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 affection and bound my soul fast.

Without Thy sweet mercy, I could not live here.
Sin would reduce me to utter despair,
But through Thy free goodness, my spirit's revived
And He that first made me still keeps me alive.

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

(Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah)
Hallelujah
(Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah)

Great Father of mercies, Thy goodness I own
In the covenant love of Thy crucified Son.
All praise to the Spirit, Whose whisper divine
Seals mercy and pardon and righteousness mine.
All praise to the Spirit, Whose whisper divine
Seals mercy and pardon and righteousness mine.

Well, Hallelujah
Hallelujah (Hallelujah)
Well, Hallelujah



Behind the Song:
'Like a tuning fork across time, these lyrics, penned by John Stocker in 1776, resonate with my soul in the deepest parts. It reminds me of two things that I am desperate to hear: the wonders of God's mercy, and my unworthiness. We run from Him still, clenching our rebellion and rags, and yet He pursues us relentlessly like a jealous lover, only to exchange our rebellion for a Covenant of His complete pardon, and to replace our rags with the perfect righteousness of Jesus. How then would we as a people be changed if we could weep fresh tears in worship and gratitude of this great love? May this be our joy, our boast, and our enduring song.' - Caedmon's Call