Oh to grace how great a debtor
daily i'm constrained to be
Let thy goodness, like a fetter
bind my wandering heart to thee
Prone to wander Lord I feel it
prone to leave the God I love
Here's my heart O, take and seal it
seal it for thy courts above

New every morning.

It is of the Lord's mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not. They are new every morning. Great is thy faithfulness. Lamentations 3:22 - 23