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 Unnumbered comforts to my soul
thy tender care bestowed,
before my infant heart conceived
from whom those comforts flowed.
3 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts
my daily thanks employ;
nor is the least a cheerful heart
that tastes those gifts with joy.
4 Through every period of my life
thy goodness I'll pursue;
and after death, in distant worlds
the glorious theme renew.
5 Through all eternity to thee
a joyful song I'll raise;
for O, eternity's too short
to utter all thy praise!
|First Line:||When all thy mercies, O my God|
|Title:||When All Thy Mercies, O My God|
|Author:||Joseph Addison (1672-1719)|
|Scripture:||Psalm 22:22-30; Psalm 147; Lamentations 3:23-33; Romans 11:33-36; 2 Timothy 3:14-4:5|
|Topic:||God: Praise and Thanksgiving; Praise of God|
|Composer:||William Jones (1726-1800)|
|Key:||G Major or modal|