Matt Boswell - His mercy is more

W^Ehat love could remember, no w^Arongs we have do^Ene O^Bmniscient, all-^C#knowing, he co^Aunts not their s^Bum T^Ehrown into a ^F#msea without b^E/G#ottom or sh^Aore O^Aur sins they are ma^Eny, his m^Bercy is m^Eore

Praise the Lor^Ad,^{E B} his mercy is mor^Ae ^{E B} S^Atronger than darkn^Eess, ne^Bw every ^C#mmorn Our^A sins they are ma^Eny, his m^Bercy is m^Eore

^EWhat patience would wait as we c^Aonstantly r^Eoam W^Bhat father so t^C#ender is ca^Alling us h^Bome H^Ee welcomes th^F#me weakest, th^E/G#e vilest, t^Ahe poor O^Aur sins they are ma^Eny, his m^Bercy is m^Eore

W^Ehat riches of kindness he l^Aavished on ^Eus H^Bis blood was th^C#e payment his ^Alife was the cos^Bt W^Ee stood neath^F#m a debt we co^E/G#uld never a^Afford O^Aur sins they are m^Eany, his ^Bmercy is m^Eore