Thy goodness,Lord, our souls confess,
Thy mercy we adore-
A spring whose blessings never fail,
A sea without a shore.
2 Sun, moon, and stars Thy love attest I
n every golden ray;
Love draws the curtain of the night,
And love brings back the day.
3 Thy bounty every season crowns
With all the bliss it yields;
With joyful clusters loads the vine;
With strength'ning grain, the fields.
4 But chiefly Thy compassion, Lord,
Is in the gospel seen;
There, like a sun,Thy mercy shines
Without a cloud between.