Fain would my soul with wonder trace

1 Fain would my soul with wonder trace
Thy mercies, O my God;
And tell the riches of Thy grace--
The merits of Thy blood.

2 With Israel's King, my heart would cry,
While I review Thy ways,
Tell my, my Saviour, who am I,
That I should see Thy face?

3 Formed by Thy hand, and formed for Thee,
I would be ever Thine:
My Saviour, make my spirit free,
With beams of mercy shine.

4 Fain would my soul with rapture dwell
On Thy redeeming grace;
Oh for a thousand tongues to tell
My dear Redeemer's praise.

Amen.

Source: Book of Worship with Hymns and Tunes #164