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; Cheerfulness2 more...|
|Source:||Arr. In Henry W. Greatorex's Collection, 1851|