|Text:||For Mercies, Countless As The Sands|
|Composer:||Solomon W. Straub|
1 For mercies, countless as the sands
Which daily I receive
From Jesus, my Redeemer’s hands,
My soul, what canst thou 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 shall owe Him most.
|First Line:||For mercies, countless as the sands|
|Title:||For Mercies, Countless As The Sands|
|Source:||Olney Hymns (London, W. Oliver, 1779), Book 1|
|Notes:||Alternate tune: PHILLIPS by Isaac B. Woodbury|
|Composer:||Solomon W. Straub (1893)|
|Key:||G Major or modal|