Thy daily mercies, oh my God

1 Thy daily mercies, oh my God,
My waking thoughts employ;
And while I meditate on thee,
My heart is filled with joy.

2 Thou giv'st me rest upon my bed,
Soft slumbers to my eyes,
Thy goodness is again renewed,
When in the morn I rise.

3 Throughout the business of the day,
Thine arm doth me uphold;
Amidst the terrors of the night,
Thy presence makes me bold.

4 Whether in sickness or in health,
Thy grace doth me sustain;
Let me, oh Lord, thy favor have,
And I shall ne'er complain.

5 Aided by thee, I need not fear
The powers of rich or gerat;
Their pomp and wealth I covet not,
Nor envy all their state.

6 Although the fig tree blossom not,
Nor vineyard yield increase,
In thee, my Saviour, and my God,
to joy I will not cease.

7 Although the world by storms be tossed,
And crumble into dust;
Yet still in thee, my only hope,
I will securely trust.

Hymns and Spiritual Songs for the use of Christians, 1803