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Jesus, thy mercies are untold
through each returning day;
thy love exceeds a thousandfold
whatever we can say;
that love which in thy passion drained
for us thy precious Blood;
that love whereby the saints have gained
the vision of their God;
'tis thou hast loved us from the womb,
pure source of all our bliss,
our only hope of life to come,
our happiness in this;
Lord, grant us, while on earth we stay,
thy love to feel and know;
and, when from hence we pass away,
to us thy glory show.