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 an 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 [bad word] can yet pursue,
But to whom mercy's shown.

My Father's lovingkindness, 'tis,
That I am not consumed - 
for [bad word] never fail;
Each morning they are new. 

Through [bad word] day by day
I give myself to be
Transformed and built with other saints, 
Christ's Body thus to see.