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John Oxenham

His Mercy Endureth For Ever

   Our feet have wandered, wandered far and wide,—
   His mercy endureth for ever!
   From that strait path in which the Master died,—
   His mercy endureth for ever!
   Low have we fallen from our high estate,
   Long have we lingered, lingered long and late;
   But the tenderness of God
   Is from age to age the same,
   And His Mercy endureth for ever!
 
   There is no sin His Love can not forgive;—
   His mercy endureth for ever!
   No soul so stained His Love will not receive;
   His mercy endureth for ever!
   No load of sorrow but His touch can move,
   No hedge of thorns that can withstand His Love;
   For the tenderness of God
   Is from age to age the same,
   And His Mercy endureth for ever!
 
   So we will sing, whatever may betide;—
   His mercy endureth for ever!
   Nought but ourselves can keep us from His side;—
   His mercy endureth for ever!
   What though no place we win in life’s rough race,
   Our loss may prove the measure of His grace.
           For the tenderness of God
           Is from age to age the same,
           And His Mercy endureth for ever!

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