Psalm 139 Part 3

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.

My flesh with fear and wonder stands, The product of thy skill; And hourly blessings from thy hands Thy thoughts of love reveal.

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!