Text: | When all thy mercies, O my God |
Author: | Addison |
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 Thy providence my life sustain'd
And all my wants redrest,
When in the silent womb I lay,
And hung upon the breast.
3 Unnumber'd comforts of my soul
Thy tender care bestow'd,
Before my infant heart conceiv'd
From whom those comforts flow'd.
4 When in the slip'ry paths of youth,
With heedless steps I ran;
Thine arm, unseen, convey'd me safe,
And led me on to man.
5 When worn by sickness oft hast thou
With helath renew'd my face;
And when in sins and sorrows sunk,
Reviv'd my soul with grace.
6 Thy bounteious hand with worldly bliss
Has made my cup run o'er;
And in a kind and faithful friend
Has doubl'd all my store.
7 Thro' ev'ry period of my life,
Thy goodness I’ll pursue;
And after death in distant world
The glorious theme renew.
8 When nature fails, and day, and night
Divide thy works no more;
My ever grateful heart O Lord,
Thy mercy shall adore.
9 Thro' all eternity to thee
A grateful song I’ll raise
For O eternity’s too short
To utter all thy praise.
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First Line: | When all thy mercies, O my God |
Author: | Addison |
Meter: | Common Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1790 |
Topic: | For a Public Thanksgiving |