Mercies Of The Lord

by Jennie Wilson

I will sing of the mercies of the Lord,
As the number of the sands upon the shore
Of a vast and mighty sea
Are his benefits to me,
And I will exalt his name for evermore.

I will sing of his rich, unbounded grace,
Which for sinful ones their costly ransom paid;
In the sacrificial tide
Flowing when my Savior died,
All my hope of everlasting life is staid.

I will sing of the blessings of his love,
On my spirit falling like refreshing dew;
I will sing of light divine
Glowing on this path of mine,
As, rejoicing, I my upward course pursue.

I will sing of the never failing pow'r,
That secure from ev'ry harm doth guard my soul,
And will keep me till I stand
Upon the deathless strand
Where the armies of the blest their King extol.

Refrain

I will sing of the mercies of the Lord,
Countless gifts from his dear hand my life has known;
And my grateful voice I raise
Unto Him in notes of praise,
As his tender loving kindness I would own.