A Thanksgiving

Tis of Thy mercies, Lord,
That I am not consumed,
By God and men abhorr'd,
To endless torments doom'd
Thy tender mercies never fail,
And therefore I am not in hell.
In vain was Tophet moved
To meet me from beneath,
For Jesu's sake beloved
I 'scape the second death:
Thy tender mercies never fail,
And therefore I am not in hell.
Within its mouth I was,
And there I lay asleep;
Its mouth it could not close,
My soul it could not keep:
Thy tender mercies never fail,
And therefore I am not in hell.
Thy mercies found out me,
To me they first did stoop;
From depths of misery
Thy mercies brought me up
Thy tender mercies never fail,
And therefore I am not in hell.
Thy dear preserving grace
Each moment I receive,
And trust to see Thy face,
And without sin to live:
Thy tender mercies never fail,
And I shall never be in hell.