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

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

3 Unnumbered comforts to my soul
Thy tender care bestowed,
Before my infant heart conceived,
From whom those comforts flowed.

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

5 When nature fails, and day and night
Divide Thy works no more,
My ever grateful heart, O Lord,
Thy mercy shall adore.

6 Through all eternity to Thee
A joyful song I’ll raise;
But O, eternity’s too short
To utter all Thy praise!