When All Thy Mercies, O My God

When all Thy mercies, O my God, My rising soul surveys, Transported with the view, I'm lost In wonder, love and praise.

Unnumbered comforts on my soul Thy tender care bestowed, Before my infant heart conceived, From whom these comforts flowed.

When in the slippery paths of youth With heedless steps I ran, Thine arm, unseen, conveyed me safe, And led me up to man.

Through hidden dangers, toils and deaths, It gently cleared my way, And through the pleasing snares of vice, More to be feared than they.

When worn with sickness oft hast Thou With health renewed my face, And when in sins and sorrows sunk, Revived my soul with grace.

Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ; Nor is the least a cheerful heart That tastes gifts with joy.

Through every period of my life Thy goodness I'll pursue; And after death, in distant worlds, The glorious theme renew.

Through all eternity to Thee A joyful song I'll raise; But oh, eternity's too short To utter all Thy praise.