Count the Mercies


“Count the mercies! count the mercies!
Number all the gifts of love;
Keep a daily, faithful record
Of the comforts from above.
Look at all the lovely green spots
In life’s weary desert way;
Think how many cooling fountains
Cheer our fainting hearts each day.
Count the mercies! count the mercies!
See them strewn along our way!

“Count the mercies, though the trials
Seem to number more each day,
Count the trials, too, as mercies,
Add them to the grand array.
Trials are God’s richest blessings,
Sent to prompt our upward flight
As the eaglet’s nest–all broken,
Makes them fly to loftier heights.
Count the mercies! count the mercies!
That bring heaven within our sight.

“Let us number all our jewels,
Let us estimate their worth;
Let us thank the gracious Giver,
Strewing blessings o’er the earth;
Let our hearts o’erflow with gladness.
Let us tell the wonders o’er,
Till our multiplying treasures
Seem a countless, boundless store;
Then let praises, grateful praises,
Be our language, evermore.”

Note: Mrs. White supplied the poem with this comment preceding it: “…When the enemy comes in like a flood, the Spirit of the Lord will lift up for you a standard against him. I want to read you a little poem, entitled, “Count the Mercies,” which I cut from a paper.” – RH, April 16, 1889 par. 8