Text: | Psalm 139 Part 3 |
Author: | Isaac Watts |
Lord, when I count thy mercies o'er,
They strike me with surprise;
Not all the sands that spread the shore
To equal numbers rise.
My flesh with fear and wonder stands,
The product of thy skill;
And hourly blessings from thy hands
Thy thoughts of love reveal.
These on my heart by night I keep;
How kind, how dear to me!
O may the hour that ends my sleep
Still find my thoughts with thee!
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Lord, when I count thy mercies o'er |
Title: | Psalm 139 Part 3 |
Author: | Isaac Watts |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1806 |
Scripture: | ; |
Topic: | Evening: psalm; Evidences: of sincerity; Obedience: sincere(19 more...) |
Notes: | Public Domain. |