When this poor sinner stands at last

When this poor sinner stands at last Perfected as a son, I’ll praise my God for many things But most what mercy’s done. While far from God and dead in sin Rich mercy did abound; I did not ask or seek for God But yet my Lord I found.

I’m mercy’s vessel, this I know, For God has chosen me; The riches of His glory shall Thus manifested be. Not him who wills can follow now This way as yet unknown; Not him who runs can yet pursue, But to whom mercy’s shown.

My Father’s lovingkindness, ’tis, That I am not consumed— For His compassions never fail; Each morning they are new. Through His compassions day by day I give myself to be Transformed and built with other saints, Christ’s Body thus to see.