By faith I view my Saviour dying
On the tree, on the tree.
To ruined sinners He is crying,
"Look to Me! look to Me!"
He bids the guilty now draw near,
Repent, believe, dismiss their fear.
Hark! hark, what precious words I hear,
"Mercy’s free! mercy’s free!"

Did Christ, when I was sin pursuing,
Pity me, pity me?
And did He snatch my soul from ruin-
Can it be, can it be?
Oh, yes! He did salvation bring;
He is my Prophet, Priest, and King;
And now my happy soul can sing,
Mercy’s free, mercy’s free!

Jesus my weary soul refreshes-
Mercy’s free, mercy’s free!
And every moment Christ is precious
Unto me, unto me;
None can describe the bliss I prove,
While through this wilderness I rove,
Enjoying still the Saviour’s love-
Mercy’s free, mercy’s free!