By A Collection of Hymns

      7s & 6s. The same subject.
      1 GOOD thou art, and good thou dost,
      Thy mercies reach to all,
      Chiefly those who on thee trust,
      And for thy mercy call;
      New they every morning are;
      As fathers when their children cry,
      Us thou dost in pity spare,
      And all our wants supply.

      2 Mercy o'er thy works presides;
      Thy providence displayed
      Still preserves, and still provide
      For all thy hands have made;
      Keeps with most distinguished care
      The man who on thy love depends;
      Watches every numbered hair,
      And all his steps attends.

      3 Who can sound the depths unknown
      Of thy redeeming grace?
      Grace that gave thine only Son
      To save a ruined race!
      Millions of transgressors poor
      Thou hast for Jesu's sake forgiven,
      Made them of thy favour sure,
      And snatched from hell to heaven.

      4 Millions more thou ready art
      To save, and to forgive;
      Every soul and every heart
      Of man thou wouldst receive:
      Father, now accept of mine,
      Which now, through Christ, I offer thee;
      Tell me now, in love divine,
      That thou hast pardoned me!