1 How various and how new
Are Thy compassions, Lord!
Each morning shall Thy mercies show,
Each night Thy love record.
2 Thy goodness, like the sun,
Dawned on our early days,
Err infant reason had begun
To form our lips to praise.
3 Each object we beheld
Gave pleasure to our eyes,
And nature all our senses held
In bands of sweet surprise.
4 But pleasures more refined
Awaited that blest day,
When light arose upon our mind
To chase our sins away.
5 How various and how new
Are Thy compassions, Lord!
Eternity Thy truth shall show,
And all Thy love record.
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First Line: | How various and how new |
Meter: | S. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1867 |
Topic: | Man a Saint: Pardoned |