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 on my soul

Thy tender care bestowed,

Before my infant heart conceived

From whom those comforts flowed.

3 When in the slippery paths of youth

With heedless steps I ran,

Thine arm, unseen, conveyed me safe,

And led me up to man.

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 every period of my life

Thy goodness I’ll pursue;

And after death, in distant worlds,

The glorious theme renew.

6 Through all eternity, to thee

A joyful song I’ll raise;

But O! eternity’s too short

To utter all thy praise!