When All Thy Mercies, O My God (words only)
[Recordings Forthcoming Lord Willing]
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 to my soul Thy tender care bestowed,
Before my infant heart conceived From whom those comforts flowed.
Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ;
Nor is the least a cheerful heart To taste those gifts with joy.
Thru every period of my life Thy goodness I'll pursue,
In future and 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!