What love could remember, no wrongs we have done

Omniscient, allknowing, He counts not their sum

Thrown into a sea without bottom or shore

Our sins they are many, His mercy is more

What patience would wait as we constantly roam

What Father so tender is calling us home

He welcomes the weakest, the vilest, the poor

Our sins they are many, His mercy is more

What riches of kindness He lavished on us

His blood was the payment His life was the cost

We stood neath a debt we could never afford

Our sins they are many, His mercy is more

Praise the Lord

His mercy is more

Stronger than darkness

New every morn

Our sins they are many, His mercy is more