When All Thy Mercies, O My God

When all Thy mercies, O my God,My rising soul surveys,Transported with the view, I’m lostIn wonder, love, and praise.

Ten thousand thousand precious giftsMy daily thanks employ;Nor is the least a cheerful heart,That tastes those gifts with joy.

Through every period of my lifeThy goodness I’ll pursue;And after death, in distant worlds,The glorious theme renew.

When nature fails, and day and nightDivide Thy works no more,My ever grateful heart, O Lord,Thy mercies shall adore.

Through all eternity to TheeA joyful song I’ll raise;But oh! eternity’s too shortTo utter all Thy praise.