1 What love could remember no wrongs we have done
Omniscient, all-knowing, He counts not their sum
Thrown into a sea without bottom or shore
Our sins they are many, His mercy is more.
2 What patience would wait as we constantly roam
What Father so tender is calling us home
He welcomes the weakest, the vilest, the poor
Our sins they are many, His mercy is more.
3 What riches of kindness He lavished on us
His blood was the payment, His life was the cost.
We stood 'neath a debt we could never afford.
Our sins they are many, His mercy is more.
Praise the Lord, His mercy is more.
stronger than darkness, new every morn,
Our sins they are many, His mercy is more.
Praise the Lord, His mercy is more.
stronger than darkness, new every morn,
Our sins they are many, His mercy is more.
Our sins they are many, His mercy is more.
