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 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts
My daily thanks employ;
Nor is the least a cheerful heart
That tastes those gifts with joy.
3 Through every period of my life
Thy goodness I’ll pursue;
And after death, in distant worlds,
The glorious theme renew.
4 When nature fails, and day and night
Divide Thy works no more,
My ever grateful heart, O Lord,
Thy mercy shall adore.
5 Through all eternity to Thee
A joyful 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: | 1893 |
Topic: | Praise |
Notes: | Now Public Domain. J. Addison. |