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 Unnumbered comforts to my soul
your tender care bestowed,
before my infant heart conceived
from whom those comforts flowed.
3 When worn with sickness, oft have you
with health renewed my face;
and when in sins and sorrows sunk,
revived my soul with grace.
4 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts
my daily thanks employ;
nor is the least a cheerful heart
that tastes those gifts with joy.
5 Through ev'ry period of my life
your goodness I'll pursue;
and after death, in distant worlds,
the glorious theme renew.
6 Through all eternity to you
a joyful song I'll raise;
for oh, eternity's too short
to utter all your praise.
|First Line:||When all your mercies, O my God|
|Title:||When All Your Mercies, O My God|
|Author:||Joseph Addison (1712; mod.)|
|Topic:||Anniversaries; God: His Goodness; Cheerfulness(2 more...)|
|Source:||Arr. In Henry W. Greatorex's Collection, 1851|