| When all thy mercies, O my God, My rising soul surveys, Transported with the view, I'm lost In wonder, love, and praise. | | O how shall words with equal warmth The gratitude declare, That glows within my ravished heart? But thou canst read it there. | | Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ; Nor is the least a cheerful heart, That tastes those gifts with joy. | | Through every period of my life Thy goodness I'll pursue; And after death, in distant worlds, The glorious theme renew. | | When nature fails, and day and night Divide thy works no more, My ever grateful heart, O Lord, Thy mercy shall adore. | | Through all eternity, to thee A joyful song I'll raise; But O eternity's too short To utter all thy praise! | |