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His compassions fail not.
Lam. 3:22.
How various and how new
Are thy compassions, Lord!
Each morning shall thy mercies show,
Each night thy truth record.
2 Thy goodness, like the sun,
Dawned on our early days,
Ere infant reason had begun
To form our lips to praise.
3 Each object we beheld
Gave pleasure to our eyes;
And nature all our senses held
In bands of sweet surprise.
4 But pleasures more refined
Awaited that blest day,
When light arose upon our mind
And chased our sins away.
5 How new thy mercies, then!
How sovereign and how free!
Our souls, that had been dead in sin,
Were made alive to thee.
Stennett.