Ev’ry morning that breaks there are mercies anew,
Ev’ry breath that I take is Your faithfulness proved;
And at the end of each day, when my labors are through,
I will sing of Your mercies anew.
When I’ve fallen and strayed, there were mercies anew;
For You sought me in love and my heart You pursued.
In the face of my sin, Lord, You never withdrew.
So I sing of Your mercies anew.
And Your mercies, they will never end;
For ten thousand years they remain.
And when this world’s beauty has passsed away,
Your mercies will be unchanged.
When the storms swirl and rage, there are mercies anew.
In affliction and pain, You will carry me through;
And at the end of my days, when Your throne fills my view,
I will sing of Your mercies anew.