1
A debtor to mercy alone,
Of covenant mercy I sing;
Nor fear, with Thy righteousness on,
My person and offering to bring;
The terrors of law and of God,
With me can have nothing to do;
My Savior’s obedience and blood
Hide all my transgressions from view.
2
The work which His goodness began,
The arm of His strength will complete;
His promise is yea and amen,
And never was forfeited yet;
Things future, nor things that are now,
Not all things below nor above,
Can make Him His purpose forego,
Or sever my soul from His love.
3
My name from the palms of His hands
Eternity will not erase;
Impressed on His heart, it remains
In marks of indelible grace;
Yes, I to the end shall endure,
As sure as the earnest is given;
More happy, but not more secure,
The glorified spirits in heaven.
4
The soul that on Jesus relies,
He’ll never desert to its foes;
That soul, though all hell should arise,
I will not, I will not let go!
My soul, in His love I am blest,
He will not, He will not let me go!
The ground of His arms I shall rest,
And sing of salvation below.
Augustus Toplady