Good Thou Art, and Good Thou Dost

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.

Mercy o’er Thy works pre­sides;

Thy pro­vi­dence dis­played

Still pre­serves

and still pro­vides

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.

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 Je­sus’ sake for­giv­en

Made them of Thy fa­vor sure

And snatched from hell to Heav­en.

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!