1 The mercies of God! what a theme for my song,
O! I never could number them o'er
They're more than the stars in the heavenly dome,
Or the sands of the wave-beaten shore.
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For mercies so great, what return can I make?
For mer4cies so constant and sure?
I'll love Him, I'll serve Him with all that I have
As long as my life shall endure.
2 They greet me at morn when I waken from sleep,
And they gladden my heart at the moon;
They follow me on into shades of the night,
When the day with its labor is done.
3 His goodness and mercy will follow me still,
Even on to the end of the way;
I have His sure promise and that cannot fail,
That His mercy is mine every day.
