When all your mercies, O my God


When all Your 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
Your tender care bestowed,
Before my infant heart conceived
From Whom those comforts flowed.

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

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

Through all eternity to You
A joyful song I’ll raise;
For, oh, eternity’s too short
To utter all Your praise!