297: WHEN all Thy mercies, O my God

297: WHEN all Thy mercies, O my God

by Joseph Addison (1672-1719)

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

3 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts
My daily thanks employ;
Nor is the least a cheerful heart
To taste those gifts with joy.

4 Through every period of my life
Thy goodness I'll pursue;
The desert past, in glory bright,
The precious theme renew.

5 Through all eternity to Thee
A joyful song I'll raise;
But, oh, eternity's too short
To utter all Thy praise!