|116 (2)||Psalm 116 Version 2|
|FOR mercies countless as the sands,
Which daily I receive
From Jesus my Redeemerís hands,
My soul, what will you 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 Iíll make
For all He has bestowed;
Salvationís sacred cup Iíll 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 should owe Him most.
|John Newton, 1725-1807|