1 Years I spent in sorrow 'round the cross,
Still repenting over sins and dross.
Mercy now is flowing, oh, the grace —
That I find of Him to run the race!
Boldly now I come again to taste
My glorious Lord.
2 In my Christian life I'd daily fall,
So I answered every altar-call,
Mercy now is flowing, oh, the grace —
That I find of Him to run the race!
Boldly now I come again to taste
My glorious Lord.
3 Brothers, to the Holiest forward come;
Leave your sins behind, the race now run.
Mercy now is flowing, oh, the grace —
That I find of Him to run the race!
Boldly now I come again to taste
My glorious Lord.
4 Now within the veil, enjoying God,
Manna, law of life, and budding rod;
Mercy now is flowing, oh, the grace —
That I find of Him to run the race!
Boldly now I come again to taste
My glorious Lord.