THE CHURCH
CONGREGATIONAL HYMNS

When All Thy Mercies, O my God

by JOSEPH ADDISON, 1672-1719

When all thy mercies, O my God!
My rising soul surveys,
Transported with the view, I'm lost
In wonder, love, and praise
O how shall words, with equal warmth,
The gratitude declare
That glows within my ravished heart!
But thou canst read it there.
Unnumbered comforts to my soul.
Thy tender care bestowed.
Before my infant heart conceived.
From whom these comforts flowed.
When in the slippery paths of youth.
With headless steps I ran.
Thine arm, unseen, conveyed me safe,
And led me up to man.
When worn with sickness, of hast Thou.
With health renewed my face,
And, when in sins and sorrows sunk,
Revived my soul with grace.
When nature fails, and day and Nights
Divide thy work no more,
My ever grateful heart, O Lord,
Thy mercy shall adore
Ten Thousand, Thousand Precious gifts
My daily thanks employ;
Nor is the least a cheerful heart.
That tastes those gifts with joy