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When all the mercies of my God

Hymnal: A Pocket Hymn Book #CLXIV (1791) Lyrics: 1 When all the mercies of 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 While in the silent womb I lay, And hung upon the breast. 3 To all my weak complaints and cries, Thy mercy lent an ear, Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learn'd To form themselves in pray'r. 4 Unnumber'd comforts on my soul Thy tender care bestow'd, Before my infant-heart conceiv'd From whom those comforts flow'd. 5 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. 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 Thro' ev'ry period of my life Thy goodness I’ll pursue; And after death, in distant worlds, The pleasing theme renew. 9 Tho' all eternity to Thee A grateful song I’ll raise; But O! eternity’s too short To utter all thy praise. Topics: Praise Languages: English

Thanksgiving for God's particular Providence

Hymnal: A Collection of Psalms and Hymns #XXVII (1737) First Line: When all thy Mercies, o my God Lyrics: 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. Languages: English

When all the mercies of my God

Hymnal: A Pocket hymn book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #CLXIV (1788) Lyrics: 1 When all the mercies of 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 redress'd While in the silent womb I lay, And hung upon the breast. 3 To all my weak complaints and cries Thy mercy lent an ear, Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learn'd To form themselves in pray'r. 4 Unnumber'd comforts on my soul Thy tender care bestow'd, Before my infant-heart conceiv'd From whom those comforts flow'd. 5 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. 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 Thro' ev'ry 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. Topics: Praise Languages: English

When all the mercies of my God

Hymnal: A Pocket hymn-book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #CLXIV (1790) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 When all the mercies of 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 redress'd, While in the silent womb I lay, And hung upon the breast: 3 To all my weak complaints and cries Thy mercy lent an ear, Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learn'd To form themselves in pray'r. 4 Unnumber'd comforts on my soul Thy tender care bestow'd, Before my infant-heart conceiv'd From whom those comforts flow'd. 5 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. 6 Thro' 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. 7 Through ev'ry period of my life Thy goodness I’ll pursue; And after death, in distant worlds, The pleasing theme renew. 9 Through all eternity to thee A grateful song I’ll raise; But O! eternity’s too short To utter all thy praise. Topics: Praise Languages: English