COUNT THE MERCIES by Mary D. James

Pacific Press Publishing Company · OAKLAND, CALIFORNIA · Jun 27, 1900

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 26, No. 26.

COUNT THE MERCIES.

By Mary D. James

COUNT the mercies, count the mercies; Number all the gifts of love; Keep a daily faithful record Of the comforts from above. Look at all the lovely green spots In life's weary desert way; Think how many cooling fountains Cheer our fainting heart each day. Count the mercies, count the mercies; See them strewn along our way.

Count the mercies, tho the trials Seem to number more each day; Count the trials, too, as mercies, Add them to the grand array. Trials are God's richest blessings, Sent to prompt our upward flight, As the eagles' nest, all broken, Makes them fly to loftier height. Count them mercies, count them mercies, That bring heaven within our sight.

Let us number all our jewels, Let us estimate their worth; Let us thank the gracious Giver, Strewing blessings o'er the earth. Let our hearts o'erflow with gladness; Let us tell the wonders o'er, Till our multiplying treasures Seem a countless, boundless store. Then let praises, grateful praises, Be our language evermore. —Mary D. James, in the Moravian.