It is of the Lord’s mercies
That we are not consumed,
Because His compassions fail not.
They are new as the dew
Every morning, every day.
Father, great is Your faithfulness.
The Lord is my portion says my soul,
Therefore will I hope in Him.
The Lord is good unto them that wait for Him,
To the soul that seeks Him.
Let us search and try our ways
And turn again to the Lord,
Let us lift up our heart with our hands,
Lift our heart with our hands
Unto God in the heavens
Let us turn again to the Lord.