1 When all Thy mercies, O my God,
My rising soul surveys,
Transported with the view, I'm lost
In wonder, love, and praise.
2 Unnumbered comforts to my soul
Thy tender care bestowed,
Before my infant heart conceived
from whom those comforts flowed.
3 When in the slippery paths of youth
With heedless steps I ran,
Thine arm, unseen, conveyed me safe,
And led me up to man.
4 Ten thousand, thousand precious gifts
My daily thanks employ;
Nor is the least a cheerful heart
That tastes those gifts with joy.
5 Through every period of my life
Thy goodness I'll pursue;
And after death, in distant worlds
The glorious theme renew.
6 Through all eternity, to Thee
A grateful song I'll raise;
But oh! eternity's too short
to utter all Thy praise.
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First Line: | When all Thy mercies, O my God |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1880 |
Topic: | Christian Life and Hope; The Walk of Godliness: Praise |
Notes: | Author from Index: Addison |