How Various And How New


How various and how new
Are Thy compassions, Lord!
Each morning shall Thy mercies show,
Each night Thy love record.

Thy goodness, like the sun,
Dawned on our early days,
Err infant reason had begun
To form our lips to praise.

Each object we beheld
Gave pleasure to our eyes,
And nature all our senses held
In bands of sweet surprise.

But pleasures more refined
Awaited that blest day,
When light arose upon our mind
To chase our sins away.

How various and how new
Are Thy compassions, Lord!
Eternity Thy truth shall show,
And all Thy love record.