P.CXXXIX.II | Church Hymn Book#P.CXXXIX.III | P.CXL |
16 Lord, when I count thy mercies o'er,
They strike me with surprise;
Not all the sands that spread the shore
To equal numbers rise.
17 My flesh with fear and wonder stands,
The product of thy skill,
And hourly blessings from thy hands
Thy thoughts of love reveal.
18 These on my heart by night I keep;
How kind, how dear to me!
O may the hour that ends my sleep
Still find my thoughts with thee!
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First Line: | Lord, when I count thy mercies o'er |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1816 |
Scripture: | |
Topic: | The Mercies of God innumerable |
Notes: | Public Domain. |