When all Thy mercies, O my God, my rising soul surveys,
Transported with the view, I'm lost in wonder, love, and praise.
Unnumber'd comforts to my soul Thy tender care bestow'd,
Before my infant heart conceived from Whom those comforts flow'd.
When, in the slippery paths of youth, with heedless steps I ran,
Thine arm unseen convey'd me safe, and led me up to man.
Through every period of my life Thy Goodness I'll pursue,
And after death, 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.
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