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.

O

how shall words with eq­ual warmth

The gra­ti­tude de­clare

That glows with­in my rav­ished heart!

But Thou canst read it there.

Thy pro­vi­dence my life sus­tained

And all my wants re­dressed

While in the si­lent womb I lay

And hung up­on the breast.

To all my weak comp­laints and cries

Thy mer­cy lent an ear

Ere yet my fee­ble thoughts had learned

To form them­selves in pray­er.

Unnumbered com­forts to my soul

Thy ten­der care be­stowed

Before my in­fant heart con­ceived

From whom those 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 death

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.

Thy boun­te­ous hand with world­ly bliss

Hath made my cup run o’er;

And

in a kind and faith­ful friend

Hath dou­bled all my store.

Ten thou­sand

thou­sand pre­cious gifts

My dai­ly thanks em­ploy;

Nor is the least a cheer­ful heart

That tastes those gifts with joy.

Through ev­ery pe­ri­od of my life

Thy good­ness I’ll pur­sue

And aft­er death

in dist­ant worlds

The glo­ri­ous theme renew.

When na­ture fails

and day and night

Divide Thy works no more

My ever grate­ful heart

O Lord

Thy mer­cy shall adore.

Through all eter­ni­ty to Thee

A joy­ful song I’ll raise;

For

oh

eter­ni­ty’s too short

To ut­ter all Thy praise!