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Text:An Evening Psalm

312. An Evening Psalm

1 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.

2 My flesh with fear and wonder stands,
The product of thy skill;
And hourly blessings from thy hands
Thy thoughts of love reveal.

3 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.

Text Information
First Line: Lord, when I count thy mercies o'er
Title: An Evening Psalm
Meter: C. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1790
Scripture: ;
Notes: Part 3
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