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“What shall I render unto the Lord?” Ps. 116. 12

J. Newton   C.M.

1
For mercies countless as the sands,
Which daily I receive
From Jesus my Redeemer’s hands,
My soul, what canst thou give?

2
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.

3
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.

4
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.