AGH 083

Verse 1

When all thy mercies, O my God,
My rising soul surveys,
Transported with the view, l'm lost
In wonder, love and praise.

Verse 2

Unnumbered comforts to my soul
Thy tender care bestowed,
Before my infant heart conceived
From whom those comforts flowed.

Verse 3

Through hidden dangers, toils, and deaths,
It gently cleared my way;
And through the pleasing snares of vice,
More to be feared than they.

Verse 4

Ten thousand thousand precious gifts
My daily thanks employ;
Nor is the least a thankful heart
That takes those gifts with joy.

Verse 5

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

Verse 6

Through all eternity to thee
A grateful song I'll raise; But O eternity's too short
To utter all thy praise!