Lamentations 3:22-23 (KJV)
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

In the shadowed vale where ruin’s ashes lie,
Where Jerusalem weeps beneath a starless sky,
And exile’s bitter gall floods the weary breast,
Yet rises there a hymn from the prophet’s chest:
“Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed,”
Though tempests rage and empires lie entombed;
His compassions, like eternal rivers, flow,
Unfailing as the tides that come and go.
They are new every morning—fresh as dew
That pearls upon the lily white as snow,
Or dawn’s first blush that gilds the eastern height,
Banishing the specters of the night.
Great is Thy faithfulness, O God most high!
A steadfast anchor when all hopes run dry;
Thy mercies, like the manna white and pure,
Descend anew, our faltering faith to cure.
In ancient cadence, like the psalms of old,
Where David sang of mercies manifold,
Or prophets traced redemption’s grand design,
This truth outshines every faith’s most sacred rite:
Thy love, a golden thread through sorrow’s loom,
Weaves hope eternal from the grave’s dark gloom.
When nights of lament stretch long and deep,
Thy morning mercies bid the soul to leap—
Victorious, triumphant, rising ever higher,
Igniting hearts with resurrection fire!
O faithful One, whose compassions never cease,
Renew us daily in Thy perfect peace;
That in every season, we may boldly proclaim:
Great is Thy faithfulness—forever the same,
In Jesus Christ, the living source of mercy true,
Whose ceaseless grace and faithfulness make all things new!