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1 When all your mercies, O my God,
my waking 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 these gifts with joy.
3 Through ev'ry passing phase of life
your goodness I'll pursue
and after death, in distant worlds,
the glorious theme renew.
4 Through all eternity to you
a joyful song I'll raise,
but, oh, eternity's too short
to utter all your praise.
Source: Christian Worship: Hymnal #604
First Line: | When all Thy mercies, O my God |
Title: | Thanksgiving for God's Particular Providence |
Author: | Joseph Addison (1712) |
Meter: | 8.6.8.6 |
Language: | English |
Copyright: | Public Domain |