When all Thy mercies, O my God,

My rising soul surveys,

Transported with the view, I’m lost

In wonder, love and praise

Unnumbered comforts on my soul

Thy tender care bestowed,

Before my infant heart conceived

From whom these comforts flowed

When in the slippery paths of youth

With heedless steps I ran,

Thine arm, unseen, conveyed me safe,

And led me up to man

Though hidden dangers, toils, and deaths,

It gently cleared my way;

And through the pleasing snares of vice,

More to be feared than they

When worn with sickness oft hast Thou

With health renewed my face;

And when in sins and sorrows sunk,

Revived my soul with grace.

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

Through all eternity to Thee

A joyful song I’ll raise;

But oh, eternity’s too short

To utter all Thy praise