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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
Unnumbered comforts to my soul
Thy tender care bestowed
Before my infant heart conceived
From whom those comforts flowed
When in the slippery paths of youth
With heedless steps I ran
Thine arm unseen conveyed me safe
And led me up to man
Ten thousand thousand precious gifts
My daily thanks employ
And not the least a cheerful heart
Which tastes those gifts with joy
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
For O, eternity's too short
To utter all thy praise
Source: Ancient and Modern: hymns