We speak of the mercy of God,
So boundless, so rich, and so free;
But what will it profit my soul,
Unless ’tis relied on by me?
We speak of salvation and love,
In Jesus, the Saviour, made known;
But am I alive unto God?
Has faith made salvation my own?
We speak of the Saviour’s dear Name,
By which God can sinners receive:
But still I am lost and undone,
Unless in that Name I believe.
We speak of the blood of the Lamb,
Which frees from pollution and sin;
But its virtues by me must be proved,
Or I shall be ever unclean
We speak of the glory to come,
Of the heavens so bright and so fair;
But unless I in Jesus believe,
I shall not, I cannot be there.