Verse 1
’Tis of thy mercies, Lord,
That I am not consum’d,
By God and men abhor’d,
To endless torments doom’d:
Thy tender mercies never fail,
And therefore I am not in hell.

Verse 2
In vain was Tophet mov’d
To meet me from beneath,
For Jesu’s sake belov’d
I ’scape the second death:
Thy tender mercies never fail,
And therefore I am not in hell.

Verse 3
Within its mouth I was,
And there I lay asleep,
Its mouth it could not close,
My soul it could not keep:
Thy tender mercies never fail,
And therefore I am not in hell.

Verse 4
Thy mercies found out me,
To me they first did stoop,
From depths of misery
Thy mercies brought me up:
Thy tender mercies never fail,
And therefore I am not in hell.

Verse 5
Thy dear preserving grace
Each moment I receive,
And trust to see thy face,
And without sin to live:
Thy tender mercies never fail,
And I shall never be in hell.