Thy cease­less, un­ex­haust­ed love,
Unmerited and free,
Delights our ev­il to re­move,
And help our mi­se­ry.

Thou wait­est to be gra­cious still;
Thou dost with sin­ners bear,
That, saved, we may Thy good­ness feel,
And all Thy grace de­clare.

Thy good­ness and Thy truth to me
To ev­ery soul, abound,
A vast, un­fa­thom­able sea,
Where all our thoughts are drowned.

Its streams the whole cre­ation reach,
So plen­te­ous is the store,
Enough for all, enough for each,
Enough for ev­er­more.

Faithful, O Lord, Thy mer­cies are!
A rock that can­not move;
A thou­sand pro­mis­es de­clare
Thy con­stan­cy of love.

Throughout the uni­verse it reigns,
Unalterably sure;
And while the truth of God re­mains,
The good­ness must en­dure.