732    148th     J. Kent
“How precious are thy thoughts unto me!” Ps. 139. 17

1 Indulgent God, how kind
  Are all thy ways to me,
  Whose dark benighted mind
  Was enmity with thee;
  Yet now, subdued by sovereign grace,
  My spirit longs for thy embrace!

2 How precious are thy thoughts,
  Which o’er my bosom roll!
  They swell beyond my faults,
  And captivate my soul;
  How great their sum, how high they rise,
  Can ne’er be known beneath the skies.

3 Preserved in Jesus when
  My feet made haste to hell;
  And there should I have gone,
  But thou dost all things well;
  Thy love was great, thy mercy free,
  Which from the pit delivered me.

4 A monument of grace,
  A sinner saved by blood;
  The streams of love I trace
  Up to the fountain, God;
  And in his wondrous mercy see,
  Eternal thoughts of love to me.