When All Thy Mercies

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, 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.

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.

Through all eternity, to Thee

A joyful song I'll raise:

For, oh, eternity's too short

To utter all Thy praise!