For mercies, countless as the sands
What shall I render by John Newton
- For mercies, countless as the sands,
- Which daily I receive
- From Jesus, my Redeemer's hands,
- My soul what canst thou give?
- Alas! from such a heart as mine,
- What can I bring him forth?
- My best is stained and dyed with sin,
- My all is nothing worth.
- Yet this acknowledgment I'll make
- For all he has bestowed;
- Salvation's sacred cup I'll take
- And call upon my God.
- The best returns for one like me,
- So wretched and so poor;
- Is from his gifts to draw a plea,
- And ask him still for more.
- 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.