1. The numberless gifts of God’s mercies, my tongue cannot fathom or tell. Like dew that appears in the morning they come to us shining and full. The numberless gifts of God’s mercies, my tongue cannot fathom or tell.
2. Like all of the stars in the heavens, God’s mercies can never be told. They shine through the darkness of midnight their beauties can never grow old. Like all of the stars in the heavens God’s mercies can never be told.
3. I’ll never count all of God’s mercies, but, O I can give God my praise! For all of that love, my thanksgiving and love to the end of my days. I’ll never count all of God’s mercies, but, O, I can give God my praise!