The Stennetts of England - Samuel Stennett D.D. - Hymn Poems

How various and how new

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

  Thy goodness, like the sun,
  Dawned on our early days,
Ere 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 bless'd day,
When light arose upon our mind,
  And chased our sins away.

  How new thy mercies, then!
  How sovereign, and how free!
Our souls that had been dead in sin
  Were made alive to thee.

  Now we expect a day
  Still brighter far than this.
When death shall bear our souls away
  To realms of light and bliss.

  There rapturous scenes of joy
  Shall burst upon our sight;
And every pain, and tear, and sigh
  Be drowned in endless light

  Beneath thy balmy wing,
  O Sun of Righteousness!
Our happy souls shall sit and sing
  The wonders of thy grace.

  Nor shall that radiant day,
  So joyfully begun,
In evening shadows die away,
  Beneath the setting sun.

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

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