When all Thy mercies,
O my God,
My rising soul surveys,
Transported with the view,
I’m lost In wonder, love and praise.
Thy Providence my life sustained,
And all my wants redressed,
While in the silent womb I lay,
And hung upon the breast.
To all my weak complaints and cries Thy mercy lent an ear,
Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learned To form themselves in prayer.
Unnumbered comforts to my soul Thy tender care bestowed,
Before my infant heart conceived From Whom those comforts flowed.
When in the slippery paths of youth With heedless steps I ran,
Thine arm unseen conveyed me safe,
And led me up to man.
Through hidden dangers, toils, and deaths,
It gently cleared my way;
And through the pleasing snares of vice,
More to be feared than they.
O how shall words with equal warmth The gratitude declare,
That glows within my ravished heart?
But thou canst read it there.
Thy bounteous hand with worldly bliss Hath made my cup run o’er;
And, in a kind and faithful Friend,
Hath doubled all my store.
Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ;
Nor is the last a cheerful heart That tastes those gifts with joy.
When worn with sickness, oft hast Thou With health renewed my face;
And, when in sins and sorrows sunk,
Revived my soul with grace.
Through every period of my life Thy goodness I’ll pursue And after death, in distant worlds,
The glorious theme renew.
When nature fails, and day and night Divide Thy works no more,
My ever grateful heart,
O Lord,
Thy mercy shall adore.
Through all eternity to Thee A joyful song I’ll raise;
For, oh, eternity’s too short To utter all Thy praise!
