
1 For mercies, countless as the sands
Which daily I receive
From Jesus, my Redeemer’s hands,
My soul, what canst thou give?
2 Alas! from such a heart as mine,
What can I bring Him forth?
My best is stained and dyed with sin,
My all is nothing worth.
3 Yet this acknowledgement I’ll make
For all He has bestowed;
Salvation’s sacred cup I’ll take,
And call upon my God.
4 The best return for one like me,
So wretched and so poor;
Is from His gifts to draw a plea,
And ask Him still for more.
5 I cannot serve him as I ought,
No works have I to boast;
Yet would I glory in the thought
That I shall owe Him most.
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #11923
First Line: | For mercies, countless as the sands |
Author: | John Newton |
Language: | English |
Copyright: | Public Domain |
For mercies countless as the sands. J. Newton. [Praise.] Appeared in the Olney Hymns, 1779, Book i., No. 50, in 5 stanzas of 4 lines, and based upon Psalms cxvi. 12,13. Its use both in the older, and in modern collections both in Great Britain and America, is extensive. Original text in Hymnal Companion, No. 501.
The authorship of this hymn is sometimes attributed to W. Cowper, the poet, but in error. It is not given in any of the collected works of Cowper, and his signature in the Olney Hymns "C" is not added to this hymn, in any edition with which we are acquainted, and certainly not in the first of 1779. We attribute it to J. Newton on the ground that all unsigned hymns in the Olney are claimed by him.
--John Julian, Dictionary of Hymnology (1907)