1 How various and how new
Are thy compassions, Lord!
Each morning shall thy mercies shew,
Each night thy love 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 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 shew,
And all thy love record.
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First Line: | How various and how new |
Meter: | S. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1814 |
Topic: | Repentance and Conversion |