words: Gary Hicks (Jan. 10-14, 2013)
tune:
Beach Spring (written music available on request)
For the
storehouse of Your mercy, for Your persevering grace,
From my
heart I speak thanksgiving, From my lips I offer praise.
Was there
ever deeper goodness than is offered from above?
Such an
endless stream of kindness, such a reservoir of love!
I was blind
to heaven’s mercy til the day I spoke Your name;
Full of fears
and fond delusions, full of deadening guilt and shame.
Then Your
mercy sought and found me, holy kindness drew me in,
And Your
grace roared like the ocean, overwhelming all my sin.
Down from
heaven, out from Calvary , still it flows to
save and heal:
To the
nations, for each person, there is mercy rich and real.
The
transforming grace of Jesus, who is mighty still to save,
Floods
the earth and fills the heavens, kills despair and robs the grave.
When the earth
at last shall perish, and the heavens burn away,
Then in
worlds yet uncreated we will thrive in endless day.
And the
mercy of our Saviour, shining then more brightly still,
We will
celebrate forever, on New Zion’s holy hill.
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