Hymn 556
For mercies, countless as the sands
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- For mercies, countless as the sands,
Which daily I receive
From Jesus, my Redeemer's hands,
My soul, what canst thou give? - Alas, from such a heart as mine,
What can I bring forth?
My best is stain'd and dyed with sin
My all is nothing worth. - Yet this acknowledgement I'll make
For all He has bestow'd
Salvation's sacred cup I'll take,
And call upon my God - 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. - 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. Amen.