THE MERCIES OF GOD
By: T.O.Chisholm and Jesse B. Thomas
The mercies of God! what a theme for
my song,
Oh! 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.
What return can I make?
For mercies so great,
For mercies so constant and sure?
I'll love him,
I'll serve him with all that I have
As long as my life shall endure.
They greet me at morn when I waken from sleep,
And they gladden my heart at noon;
They follow me on into the shades of the night,
When the day with its labor is done.
What return can I make?
For mercies so great,
For mercies so constant and sure?
I'll love him,
I'll serve him with all that I have
As long as my life shall endure.