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 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts
my daily thanks employ,
nor is the least a cheerful heart,
that tastes those gifts with joy.
3 Through ev’ry period of my life
thy goodness I’ll pursue,
and after death in distant worlds,
The glorious theme renew.
4"Through all eternity, to thee
a joyful song I’ll raise,
but, oh, eternity’s too short
to utter all thy praise!
Source: Voices Together #119
|First Line:||When all Thy mercies, O my God|
|Title:||Thanksgiving for God's Particular Providence|
|Author:||Joseph Addison (1712)|