1 When all your 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
your goodness I'll pursue;
and after death, in distant world
the glorious theme renew.

4 Through all eternity to you
a joyful song I'll raise;
but oh! eternity's too short
to utter all your praise!