When all
Thy
mercies,
O my
God,
My
rising
soul
surveys,
Transported
with the
view,
I�m lost
In
wonder,
love and
praise.
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
deaths,
It
gently
cleared
my way;
And
through
the
pleasing
snares
of vice,
More to
be
feared
than
they.
O how
shall
words
with
equal
warmth
The
gratitude
declare,
That
glows
within
my
ravished
heart?
But thou
canst
read it
there.
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 last
a
cheerful
heart
That
tastes
those
gifts
with
joy.
When
worn
with
sickness,
oft hast
Thou
With
health
renewed
my face;
And,
when in
sins and
sorrows
sunk,
Revived
my soul
with
grace.
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!