116 (2)Psalm 116 Version 2
(verses 12-13)
FOR mercies countless as the sands,
   Which daily I receive
From Jesus my Redeemer’s 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 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 should owe Him most.
John Newton, 1725-1807