1 Mercy is welcome news indeed,
To those that guilty stand:
Wretches that feel what help they need,
Will bless the helping hand.
2 Who rightly would his alms dispose,
Must give them to the poor:
None but the wounded patient knows
That comfort of his cure.
3 We all have sinned against our God:
Exception none can boast:
But he that feels the heaviest load,
Will prize forgiveness most.
4 No reckoning can we rightly keep;
For who the sums can know?
Some souls are fifty pieces deep;
And some five hundred owe.
5 But let our debts be what they may,
However great, or small;
As soon as we have naught to pay,
Our Lord forgives us all.
6 'Tis perfect poverty alone,
That sets the soul at large;
While we can call one mite our own,
We have no full discharge.
The Christian's duty, exhibited in a series of hymns, 1791