Thanksgiving for God's Particular Providence

1. When all your mercies, O my God,
My rising soul surveys,
Transported with the view, I'm lost
In wonder, love, and praise.
Oh, how shall words with equal warmth
The gratitude declare
That glows within my ravished heart,
But you can read it there.

2. To all my weak complaints and cries
Your mercy lent an ear,
Before my feeble tho'ts had learned
To form themselves in prayer.
Thru' hidden dangers, toils, and deaths
It gently cleared my way,
And thru' the pleasing snares of vice
More to be feared than they.

3. When worn with sickness, often you
With health renewed my face,
And when in sins and sorrows sunk,
Revived my soul with grace.
Your bounteous hand with worldly bliss
Has made my cup run o'er,
And in a kind and faithful friend
Has doubled all my store.

4. Thru ev'ry period of my life
Your goodness I'll pursue,
And after death in distant worlds
The glorious theme renew.
When nature fails, and day and night
Divide your works no more,
My ever-grateful heart, O Lord,
Your mercy shall adore.

Source: Hymns and Devotions for Daily Worship #319

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