LORD, when I count Thy mercies o'er,

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! Oh may the hour that ends my sleep Still find my thoughts with Thee!