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John Newton - What Shall I Render
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For mercies, countless as the sands,
Which daily I receive
From Jesus, my Redeemer`s hands,
My soul what canst thou give? 

Alas! from such a heart as mine,
What can I bring him forth?
My best is stained and dyed with sin,
My all is nothing worth. 

Yet this acknowledgment I`ll make
For all he has bestowed;
Salvation`s sacred cup I`ll take
And call upon my God. 

The best returns for one like me,
So wretched and so poor;
Is from his gifts to draw a plea,
And ask him still for more. 
 
I cannot serve him as I ought,
No works have I to boast;
Yet would I glory in the thought
That I shall owe him most.
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