When All Thy Mercies, O My God
"I will sing of the mercies of the Lord for ever." - Ps. 89:1
VERSE 1
When all Thy mercies, O my God,
My rising soul surveys,
Transported with the view, I'm lost
In wonder, love and praise.
VERSE 2
Unnumbered comforts on my soul
Thy tender care bestowed,
Before my infant heart conceived,
From whom these comforts flowed.
VERSE 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.
VERSE 4
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 5
When worn with sickness oft hast Thou
With health renewed my face,
And when in sins and sorrows sunk,
Revived my soul with grace.
VERSE 6
Ten thousand thousand precious gifts
My daily thanks employ;
Nor is the least a cheerful heart
That tastes gifts with joy.
VERSE 7
Through every period of my life
Thy goodness I'll pursue;
And after death, in distant worlds,
The glorious theme renew.
VERSE 8
Through all eternity to Thee
A joyful song I'll raise;
But oh, eternity's too short
To utter all Thy praise.