Common or priceless?

(Charles Spurgeon, "Praises and Vows Accepted in Zion")

We have our common mercies.

We call them common, but, oh, how priceless they are!

Health to be able to come here and not to be stretched on a bed of sickness, I count this better than bags of gold.

To have our reason, and not to be confined in yonder asylum;
to have our children still about us and dear relatives spared still to us;
to have bread to eat;
to have clothing to put on;
to have been kept from defiling our character;
to have been preserved today from the snares of the enemy!

These are godlike mercies!