Verse 1When all thy mercies, O my God,
My rising soul surveys,
Transported with the view, l'm lost
In wonder, love and praise.
Verse 2Unnumbered comforts to my soul
Thy tender care bestowed,
Before my infant heart conceived
From whom those comforts flowed.
Verse 3Through hidden dangers, toils, and deaths,
It gently cleared my way;
And through the pleasing snares of vice,
More to be feared than they.
Verse 4Ten thousand thousand precious gifts
My daily thanks employ;
Nor is the least a thankful heart
That takes those gifts with joy.
Verse 5Through every period of my life
Thy goodness I'll pursue;
And after death in distant worlds,
The glorious theme renew.
Verse 6Through all eternity to thee
A grateful song I'll raise; But O eternity's too short
To utter all thy praise!