Oh More Than Merciful!

Oh more than mer­ci­ful! whose boun­ty gave

Thy guilt­less self to glut the greedy grave!

Whose heart was rent to pay Thy peo­ple’s price;

The great high priest at once and sac­ri­fice!

Help

Sav­ior

by Thy cross and crim­son stain

Nor let Thy glo­ri­ous blood be spilt in vain!

When sin with flow­ery gar­land hides her dart

When ty­rant force would daunt the sink­ing heart

When flesh­ly lust as­sails

or world­ly care

Or the soul flut­ters in the fowl­er’s snare—

Help

Sav­ior

by Thy cross and crim­son stain

Nor let Thy glo­ri­ous blood be spilt in vain!

And

chief­est then

when na­ture yields the strife

And mor­tal dark­ness wraps the gate of life;

When the poor spir­it

from the tomb set free

Sinks at Thy feet and lifts its hope to Thee—

Help

Sav­ior

by Thy cross and crim­son stain

Nor let Thy glo­ri­ous blood be spilt in vain!