When all thy mercies, O my God
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When all thy mercies, O my God!
My rising soul surveys,
Transported with the view, I'm lost
In wonder, love, and praise.
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Unnumbered comforts to my soul
Thy tender care bestowed,
Before my infant heart discerned
From whom those comforts flowed.
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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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O, how can words with equal warmth
The gratitude declare
That glows within my raptured heart?—
But thou canst read it there.
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Through all eternity, to thee
A joyful song I 'll raise:
But O, eternity's too short
To utter all thy praise!