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!