WHEN ALL YOUR MERCIES, O MY GOD

[1]
When all your mercies, O my God,
my rising soul surveys,
transported with the view, I'm lost
in wonder, love and praise.

[2]
Unnumbered comforts to my soul
your tender care bestowed,
before my infant heart could know
from whom these comforts flowed.

[3]
When in the slippery paths of youth
with heedless steps I ran,
your arm, unseen, conveyed me safe
and led me up to man.

[4]
When worn with sickness, oft have you
with health renewed my face;
and when in sins and sorrows sunk,
revived my soul with grace.

[5]
Ten thousand thousand precious gifts
my daily thanks employ,
nor is the least a cheerful heart
that tastes these gifts with joy.

[6]
Through every period of my life
your goodness I'll proclaim;
and after death, in distant worlds,
resume the glorious theme.

[7]
Through all eternity to you
a grateful song I'll raise;
but O eternity's too short
to utter all your praise!