The Magnitude of Mercy

Thy thoughts con­cern­ing me

O God

Are pre­cious and di­vine

Outnumbering the sands of time

They as­sure me I am Thine.

When I awake I’m still with Thee

I am by Thee beset

Thy pro­vi­dence my path doth guard

Thy mer­cy guides my feet.

Thy hand is oft up­on me laid

When I would go as­tray

Thou gent­ly whis­per­est in my ear

My child

this is the way.

There is no word my tongue can frame

But what is known to Thee

Else would I lose my­self away

In prais­es to Thy name.

But search me

Lord

and let my thoughts

Reflect Thy sov­er­eign will

And when I cross the bar

I pray

I may be with Thee still.