Text: | When all thy mercies, O my God |
Author: | Joseph Addison |
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 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts
My daily thanks employ;
Nor is the least a chearful heart,
That tastes those gifts of joy.
4 Through every period of my life
Thy goodness I’ll pursue;
And after death in distant worlds,
The glorious theme renew.
5 When nature fails, and day and night
Divide thy works no more,
My ever-grateful heart, O Lord,
Thy mercy shall adore.
6 Through all eternity to thee
A joyful song I’ll raise;
For oh! eternity’s too short
To utter all thy praise.
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First Line: | When all thy mercies, O my God |
Author: | Joseph Addison |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1792 |