Hymnal: The Irish Presbyterian Hymnbook #H1 (2004) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Scripture: Psalm 125 Lyrics: 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 learn'd
to form themselves in pray’r.
5 Unnumber'd comforts to my soul
thy tender care bestow'd,
before my infant heart conceiv'd
from whom these 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 feared than they.
8 When worn with sickness, oft hast thou
with health renew'd my face;
and, when in sins and sorrows sunk,
reviv'd my soul with grace.
9 Thy bounteous hand with worldly bliss
hath made my cup run o’er;
and, in a kind and faithful friend,
hath doubled all my store.
10 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts
my daily thanks employ;
nor is the least a cheerful heart,
that tastes these gifts with joy.
11 Through ev’ry period of my life
thy goodness I’ll proclaim;
and after death, in distant worlds,
resume the glorious theme.
12 When nature fails, and day and night
divide thy works no more,
my ever grateful heart, O Lord,
thy mercy shall adore.
13 Through all eternity to thee
a joyful song I’ll raise;
for, oh! eternity’s too short
to utter all thy praise. Languages: English Tune Title: ST DAVID
When all thy mercies, O my God!