Explore "Psalm 116: 12-–-13" by John Newton on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
I: For mercies, countless as the sands, / Which daily I receive / From Jesus my Redeemer's hands, / My soul, what canst thou give?
II: Alas! from such a heart as mine / What can I bring him forth?
My best is stain'd and dyed with sin, / My all is nothing worth.
III: Yet this acknowledgment I'll make / For all he has bestow'd --
Salvation's sacred cup I'll take, / And call upon my God.
IV: 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.
V: I cannot serve him as I ought, / No works have I to boast; / Yet would I glory in the thought / That I should owe him most.