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 Unnumbered comforts to my soul
thy tender care bestowed,
before my infant heart conceived
from whom those comforts flowed.
3 When in the slippery paths of youth
with heedless steps I ran,
thine arm unseen conveyed me safe,
and led me up to man.
4 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts
my daily thanks employ,
and not the least a cheerful heart
which tastes those gifts with joy.
5 Through every period of my life
thy goodness I'll pursue,
and after death in distant worlds
the glorious theme renew.
6 Through all eternity to thee,
a joyful song I'll raise;
for O, eternity's too short
to utter all thy praise.
Source: Ancient and Modern: hymns and songs for refreshing worship #820
|First Line:||When all Thy mercies, O my God|
|Title:||Thanksgiving for God's Particular Providence|
|Author:||Joseph Addison (1712)|