CXXXIXe | The Psalms of David#CXXXIXf | CXLI |
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.
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First Line: | Lord, when I count thy mercies o'er |
Title: | The Mercies of GOD innumerable |
Meter: | Common Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1780 |
Scripture: | ; |
Notes: | Now Public Domain. An Evening Psalm |