Thousand blessings, mine each day;
Could I count them, ‘course not, nay.
From marvel that He gives each breath
To deliverance from death.

What, though, if I tried to list
Every blessing that should sift
From Almighty hands that heap
Endless gifts upon this sheep.

All the beauties that my eyes 
View on land and in the sky,
Sounds that fill my listening ears 
And heart with loveliness that cheers.

Bread that causes tongue to awe
And give body strength to draw.
Kindnesses I don’t deserve,
Opportunities to serve. 

If I spent entire days
Calling out to God my praise
For each gift He gives to me 
There would be no time to squeeze

One complaint into that scroll;
Mercies round would roll and roll.
I must not forget to thank
Jesus for the cup He drank;

Full of bitterness that was
Gall my sinfulness had caused.
When my thoughts on Him are stayed 
Foolish fretting melts away.

While I mind His attributes,
Meditating on his fruits, 
Goodness I cannot exhaust, 
Worldly gains to me are lost,

Oh Lord help me meditate; 
And with praises decorate
Father, Son, and Spirit One,
Morn to night and eve to dawn.