1 When, o'er the trodden paths of life,
Backwards I turn mine eyes,
What varied scenes, throughout the road,
Awaken my surprise!
2 Thousands, to whom my natal hour
Imparted vital breath,
Just looked on life, and closed their eyes
In the fast sleep of death.
3 Thousands, who climbed to manhood's stage;
Safe through unnumbered snares;
Traveled not far before they sunk
Amidst its thorns and cares.
4 Followed through every changing stage,
With goodness all my days,
Deny me not a heart to love,
A tongue to speak thy praise.
5 Then thousand thousand thanks to thee,
My grateful lips shall give;
And, while I make thy grace my trust,
To thee alone I'll live.
6 Then thousand thousand thanks to thee,
Echo along the road;
O! may I join those endless songs,
That fill thy blest abode.
A New Selection of Hymns, 1812