I wouldn’t be here
If I didn’t believe
If I didn’t believe
God’s mercies are new every day
For every day
I invariably stray
Far from His good and wise plan
I am thankful to know
That He guides me to grow
In ever-increasing measure
By the grace of His loving hand
That beckons me,
His blood-bought treasure
For every day
I invariably stray
Far from His good and wise plan
I am thankful to know
That He guides me to grow
In ever-increasing measure
By the grace of His loving hand
That beckons me,
His blood-bought treasure
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