Dr. Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David ‎#312

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:
  Psalm 139:14
  ;
  Psalm 139:17-18
• Notes: Part 3

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