1 O what stupendous mercy shines
Around the majesty of heav'n!
Rebels he deigns to call his sons,
Their souls renew'd, their sins forgiv'n.
2 Go, imitate the grace divine,--
The grace that blazes like a sun;
Hold forth your fair, though feeble light,
Through all your lives let mercy run.
3 Upon your bounty's willing wings
Swift let the great salvation fly;
The hungry feed, the naked clothe,
To pain and sickness help apply.
4 Pity the weeping widow's woe,
And be her counsellor and stay;
Adopt the fatherless, and smooth
To useful, happy life, his way.
5 Let age with want and weakness bow'd,
Your mercy and compassion move;
Let e'en your enemies be bless'd,
Their hatred recompens'd with love.
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