See mercy, mercy from on high

1 See mercy, mercy from on high,
Descend to rebels doomed to die;
'Tis mercy free, which knows no bound;
How sweet, how pleasant is the sound!

2 Soon as the reign of sin began,
The light of mercy dawned on man,
When God announced the blessed news,
"The woman's seed thy head shall bruise."

3 Brightly it beamed on men forlorn,
When Christ, the holy child, was born;
And brighter still in splendor shone
When Jesus, dying, cried, 'Tis done!

4 Complete in pow'r when He arose,
And burst the bands of all His foes;
Then captive led captivity,
And took for us His seat on high.

5 Till we around Him there shall throng
This mercy shall be still our song;
For God shall ev'ry scheme confound
Of all that seek its course to bound.

Source: A Few Hymns and Some Spiritual Songs. Selected 1856, for the Little Flock. Revised, 1881 #128