When all Thy mercies, O my God,
My rising soul surveys,
Transported with the view, I’m lost
In wonder, love, and praise!
Oh how can words with equal warmth
The gratitude declare
That glows within my ravished heart?
But Thou canst read it there.

Thy providence my life sustained,
And all my wants redrest,
While in the silent womb I lay,
And hung upon the breast.
To all my weak complaints and cries
Thy mercy lent an ear,
Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learned
To form themselves in prayer.

Unnumbered comforts on my soul
Thy tender care bestowed,
Before my infant heart conceived
From whom those comforts flowed.
When in the slipp’ry paths of youth
With heedless steps I ran,
Thine arm, unseen, conveyed me safe,
And led me up to man.

Thru hidden dangers, toils and deaths,
It gently cleared my way;
And thru 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 sorrow 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
Hast 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.

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