| Jag kan icke räkna dem alla
| I can not count them all
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| De prov på Guds godhet jag rönt
| The proofs of God's goodness I found
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| Likt morgonens droppar de falla
| Like the morning drops they fall
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| Och glimma likt dessa så skönt
| And glitter like these so nice
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| Jag kan icke räkna dem alla
| I can not count them all
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| De prov på Guds godhet jag rönt
| The proofs of God's goodness I found
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| Likt stjärnornas tallösa skara
| Like the countless crowd of stars
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| De hava ej namn eller tal
| They do not have names or numbers
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| Men stråla likt dessa så klara
| But radiate like these so clear
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| Jämväl i den mörkaste dal
| Equally in the darkest valley
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| Likt stjärnornas tallösa skara
| Like the countless crowd of stars
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| De hava ej namn eller tal
| They do not have names or numbers
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| Jag kan icke räkna dem alla
| I can not count them all
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| Men ack, må jag tacka dess mer
| But alas, may I thank its more
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| Guds kärleks bevis må jag kalla
| May I call the proof of God's love
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| De under av nåd han beter
| The wonders of grace he begs
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| Jag kan icke räkna dem alla
| I can not count them all
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| Men ack, må jag tacka dess mer | But alas, may I thank its more |