Countless Mercies

Are you hea­vy la­den

And with sor­row tried?

Stop and look to Je­sus

Helper

friend and guide!

Think of all His mer­cies

Such a bound­less store!

Tears will change to prais­es

As you count them o’er.

Countless mer­cies!

Such a bound­less store!

Countless mer­cies!

Pressed and run­ning o’er!

Countless mer­cies!

Try to count them o’er

Till you gaze in won­der

At your bound­less store.

Think of hid­den dan­gers

He hath brought you thro’;

Think of all the bur­dens

He hath borne for you;

Count His words of com­fort

In your deep­est need;

Count the times when Je­sus

Proved a friend in­deed.

Does your path­way dark­en

’Neath a cloud of fear?

Count your many mer­cies;

Dry each bit­ter tear.

Even ’mid the sha­dows

Trust Him with­out fear;

Home will be the sweet­er

For the dark down here.

As He looks from Heav­en

Now on you and me

Don’t you know He choos­eth

What each day shall be?

Trust His lov­ing wis­dom

Though the hot tears start

Give to Him the in­cense

Of a grate­ful heart.