Thy Mercies

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

2Unnumbered comforts to my soul Thy tender care bestowed,
Before my infant heart discerned From whom those blessings flowed.

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

4O, how can words with equal warmth The gratitude declare That glows within my raptured heart?— But Thou canst read it there.

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