The End Is Not Yet

I have tried to count His bless­ings

And I fail to un­der­stand

Why the Lord should so rich­ly re­ward;

Could I count the stars of heav­en

Add to them earth’s grains of sand

Still His bless­ings are more

praise the Lord!

And the end is not yet

praise the Lord

And the end is not yet

praise the Lord;

Blessings new He’s still be­stow­ing

And my cup is ov­er­flow­ing

And the end is not yet

praise the Lord!

Like an ar­my I be­hold them pass

Before me in re­view

O what joy doth the sight now af­ford!

Tho’ they may be long in pass­ing

Still they come

bat­tal­ions new

And the end is not yet

praise the Lord!

Surely good­ness

love and mer­cy

Have been mine along life’s way

And my weak heart to strength is re­stored;

And my cup of joy and glad­ness

Keeps o’er­flow­ing

day by day

And the end is not yet

praise the Lord!