By JH Sayyar
O Mercy vast, beyond the minds can frame,
Thy gentle light outshines the noonday sun;
When hearts bow or scorched by shame,
Thou bid the weary soul its race be run.
Thou art the balm when justice wields its rod,
The holy bridge from cruel death to grace;
Though man falld, yet still remains our God,
With open arms, and ever-faithful face.
No depth too dark, no sin too great to cleanse,
No cry unheard that rises from despair;
Thy boundless sea of love knows not an end,
But floods the lowly soul with tender care
God, let me dwell where Mercy's rivers flow,
And drink Thy mercy the world cannot know.
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