A Selection of Hymns ‎#DXLVII

DXLVII. Divine Mercies in constant Succession

1 How various and how new
Are thy compassions, Lord!
Each morning shall thy mercies shew,
Each night thy truth record.

2 Thy goodness, like the sun,
Dawn'd on our early days,
Ere 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 refin'd
Awaited that bless'd day,
When light arose upon our mind,
And chas'd our sins away.

5 How new thy mercies then!
How sovereign and how free!
Our souls that had been dead in sin,
Were made alive to thee.

Pause.

6 Now we expect a day
Still brighter far than this,
When death shall bear our souls away
To realms of light and bliss.

7 There rapturous scenes of joy
Shall burst upon our sight:
And every pain, and tear, and sigh,
Be drown'd in endless night.

8 Beneath thy balmy sing,
O sun of righteousness,
Our happy souls shall sit and sing
The wonders of thy grace.

9 Nor shall that radiant day
So joyfully begun,
In evening shadows die away,
Beneath the setting sun.

10 How various and how new
Are thy compassions, Lord!
Eternity thy love shall shew,
And all thy truth record.

Text Information

• First Line: How various and how new
• Title: Divine Mercies in constant Succession
• Author: Dr. S. Stennett
• Meter: S. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1792
• Scripture:
  Lamentations 3:22-23
• Topic: Time and Eternity; Mercies constant succession

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