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 O how shall words with equal warmth
The gratitude declare,
That glows within my ravish'd heart?
But thou canst read it there.

3 Thy providence my life sustain'd,
And all my wants redress'd,
While in the silent womb I lay,
Or hung upon the breast.

4 To all my weak complaints and cries
Thy mercy lent an ear,
Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learnt
To form themselves in pray'r.

5 Unnumbered comforts to my soul
Thy tender care bestowed,
Before my infant heart conceiv'd
From whom those comforts flowed.

6 When in the slipp'ry paths of youth
With heedless steps I ran;
Thine arm, unseen, convey'd me safe,
And led me up to man.

7 Through hidden dangers, toils and deaths,
It gently clear'd my way;
And through the pleasing snares of vice,
More to be fear'd than they.

8 When worn with sickness, oft hast Thou
With health renew'd my face;
And, when in sins and sorrows sunk,
Reviv'd my soul with grace.

9 Thy bounteous hand with worldly bliss
Hath made my cup run o’er;
And in a kind and faithful Friend,
Hath doubled all my store.

10 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts
My daily thanks employ;
Nor is the last a cheerful heart
Which tastes those gifts with joy.

11 Through ev'ry period of my life
Thy goodness I’ll pursue;
And after death, in distant worlds,
The glorious theme renew.

12 When nature fails, and day and night
Divide thy works no more,
My ever grateful heart, O Lord!
Thy mercy shall adore.

13 Through all eternity to thee
A joyful song I’ll raise:—
But oh! eternity’s too short
To utter all thy praise!