1 My soul has found the sure foundation
That holds its anchor evermore;
The wounds of Christ are my salvation,
As planned by God in days of yore.
Unmoved will this foundation stay
When earth and heaven pass away.

2 It is that deep commiseration
Which all our thinking far transcends,
And which the God of all creation
To every sinner now extends.
His heart in pity beats for all,
And He would have us heed His call.

3 God wants no human soul to perish
But wishes us to live for aye.
His Son, whom we as Savior cherish,
Came down to earth our debt to pay;
And now the Lamb for sinners slain
Admission to our hearts would gain.

4 O Fount of love and mercies tender
By Jesus' blood for sinners spilt,
My wounded soul Thou whole dost render
And free from every trace of guilt,
Because the blood of Christ doth cry
For mercy to Thy throne on high.

5 Thy mercies ever contemplating,
My faith shall ne'er to doubt give way,
And tho' in torments unabating
My sins accuse me night and day,
I will approach the mercy seat
And find my heart with love replete.

6 Be all my ways to Him commended
Whose mercy is the boundless sea.
To Him, until my days are ended,
My troubled heart shall ever flee,
And, by His love and mercy blest,
Find comfort, solace, peace and rest.

7 On this foundation e'er remaining
While in this transient world I dwell,
And mercy every hour obtaining,
I shall not fail its praise to tell,
Until, in blest eternity,
Unfathomed love my song shall be.