Lord, when I count thy mercies o'er
by Isaac Watts·1719·Meter 8.6.8.6 (CM)
Based on Ps 139:14,17-18
1
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.
2
My flesh with fear and wonder stands,
The product of thy skill;
And hourly blessings from thy hands
Thy thoughts of love reveal.
3
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!