116 (2) | Psalm 116 Version 2 (verses 12-13) | CM | |
FOR mercies countless as the sands, Which daily I receive From Jesus my Redeemer’s hands, My soul, what will you give? |
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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. |
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3 | Yet this acknowledgement I’ll make For all He has bestowed; Salvation’s sacred cup I’ll take, And call upon my God. |
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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. |
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5 | I cannot serve Him as I ought; No works have I to boast; Yet would I glory in the thought, That I should owe Him most. |
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John Newton, 1725-1807 |