1 Not the grandeur of the mountains,
nor the splendour of the sea,
can excel the ceaseless wonder
of my Saviour's love to me:
for his love to me is faithful,
and his mercy is divine;
and his truth is everlasting,
and his perfect peace is mine.

2 Not the streams that fill the valleys,
nor the clouds that drift along,
can delight me more than Jesus
or replace my grateful song:
Chorus

3 Yet these all convey his beauty
and proclaim his power and grace
for they are among the tokens
of the love upon his face.
Chorus

Michael Perry (1942 - 1996)
© Mrs B Perry/Jubilate Hymns
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