For mercies, countless as the sands,

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    Verse 1
    For mercies, countless as the sands,
    Which daily I receive
    From Jesus, my Redeemer's hands,
    My soul, what canst thou give?

    Verse 2
    Alas, from such a heart as mine,
    What can I bring forth?
    My best is stain'd and dyed with sin
    My all is nothing worth.

    Verse 3
    Yet this acknowledgement I'll make
    For all He has bestow'd
    Salvation's sacred cup I'll take,
    And call upon my God

    Verse 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.

    Verse 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