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 ravish'd heart!

But Thou canst read it there.

Thy providence my life sustain'd,

And all my wants redrest,

When in the silent womb I lay,

Or hung upon the breast.

To all my weak complaints and cries

Thy mercy lent an ear,

Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learnt

To form themselves in prayer.

Unnumber'd comforts to my soul

Thy tender care bestow'd,

Before my infant heart conceived

From Whom those comforts flow'd.

When in the slippery paths of youth

With heedless steps I ran,

Thine arm unseen convey'd me safe,

And led me up to man;

Through hidden dangers, toils, and deaths,

It gently clear'd my way,

And through the pleasing snares of vice,

More to be fear'd than they.

When worn with sickness, oft hast Thou

With health renew'd my face;

And when in sins and sorrows sunk,

Revived my soul with grace.

Thy bounteous hand with worldly bliss

Has made my cup run o'er,

And in a kind and faithful friend

Has doubled all my store.

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;

For, oh! eternity's too short

To utter all Thy praise.