Jesus, Thy Mercies Are Untold

Jesus, thy mercies are untold
through each returning day;
thy love exceeds a thousandfold
whatever we can say.

O joy of ev'ry contrite heart,
O joy of all the meek,
to those who ask, how kind thou art,
how good to those who seek!

But what to those who find?
Ah, this nor tongue nor pen can show;
the love of Jesus, what it is
none but his loves ones know.

Jesus, our only joy be thou,
as thou our prize wilt be;
in thee be all our glory now
and through eternity.