God of morning mercies new,
He, before all time, foreknew
My soul and its sinful flesh;
Still He gives me mercies fresh.
How are mercies new and old?
Virgin born yet long foretold?
Mercy is my only plea -
Once unveiled upon the tree.
Mercy is a waterfall,
Timeless o’er the rocky wall,
Yet each cupful is pristine -
Generous and good and clean.
Never sparse, the water flood
Is sufficient as the blood
Poured out on the cross for me,
So that from my guilt I’m free.
Now my record is as His -
Graven by His righteousness.
Mercies now and mercies past
Prove God’s love will hold me fast.
As I mercies think upon
I claim, “Devil, ye begone!”
Mercy is forevermore;
King of mercy I adore!
Tune: Humility (See Amid the Winter’s Snow)
March 26, 2024