A Collection of Psalms and Hymns ‎#XXVII

XXVII. Thanksgiving for God's particular Providence

1 When all thy Mercies, o my God,
My rising Soul surveys,
Why my cold Heart, art thou not lost
In Wonder, Love and Praise?

2 Thy Providence my Life sustain'd,
And all my Wants redrest,
When in the silent Womb I lay,
And hung upon the breast.

3 To all my weak Complaints and Cries
Thy Mercy lent an Ear,
E'er yet my feeble Thoughts had learn'd
To form themselves in Prayer.

4 Unnumber'd Comforts on my Soul
Thy tender Care bestow'd,
Before my infant Heart conceived
From whom those Comforts flow'd.

5 When in the slippery Paths of Youth
with heedless Steps I ran,
Thine Arm unseen convey'd me safe,
And led me up to Man.

6 Thro' hidden Dangers, Toils and Deaths
It gently clear'd my way;
And thro' the pleasing Snares of Vice,
More to be fear'd than they.

7 Ten thousand Thousand precious Gifts
My daily Thanks employ;
Nor is the least a cheerful Heart,
that tastes these Gifts with Joy.

8 Thro' every Period of my Life
Thy Goodness I’ll pursue,
And after Death in distant Worlds,
The pleasing Theme renew.

9 Thro' all Eternity to thee
A grateful Song I’ll raise;
But o! Eternity’s too short
To utter all thy Praise.

Text Information

• First Line: When all thy Mercies, o my God
• Title: Thanksgiving for God's particular Providence
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1737

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