XLII. When all thy mercies, O my God

1 When all thy mercies, O my God,
My rising soul surveys,
Transported with the view, I'm lost
In wonder, love and praise!

2 O, how shall words with equal warmth
The gratitude declare,
That glows within my ravish'd heart?
But thou canst read it there.

3 Thy providence my life sustain'd,
And all my wants redrest,
When in the silent womb I lay,
And hung upon the breast.

4 To all my weak complaints and cries,
Thy mercy lent an ear,
Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learnt
To form themselves in pray'r.

5 Unnumber'd comforts to my soul
Thy tender care bestow'd,
Before my infant heart conceived
From whom those comforts flow'd.

6 When in the slipp'ry paths of youth
With heedless steps I ran,
Thine arm unseen convey'd me safe,
And led me up to man.

7 Through hidden dangers, toils and deaths,
It gently clear'd my way;
And through the pleasing snares of vice,
More to be fear'd than they.

8 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts
My daily thanks employ;
Nor is the least a cheerful heart,
That tastes these gifts with joy.

9 Through every period of my life
Thy goodness I’ll pursue,
And after death, in distant worlds,
The glorious theme renew.

10 When nature fails, and day and night
Divide thy works no more;
My ever grateful heart, O Lord,
Thy mercy shall adore.

11 Through all eternity, to thee
A grateful song I’ll raise;
For, oh! eternity’s too short
To utter all thy praise.

Text Information
First Line: When all thy mercies, O my God
Language: English
Publication Date: 1789
Topic: Blessings temporal and spiritual: Gratitude to God
Tune Information
(No tune information)



Media
More media are available on the text authority page.

Suggestions or corrections? Contact us