When All Thy Mercies - Live

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

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

Through hidden dangers, toils and death
It gently cleared my way
And through the pleasing snares of vice
More to be feared than they

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

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



Credits
Writer(s): James Philip Edwin Whitbourn, Joseph Addison
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