When all your mercies, O my God

When all your mercies, O my God,
my rising soul surveys,
enraptured by the view, I’m lost
in wonder, love and praise.

2. Unnumbered blessings on my soul
your tender care bestowed
before my infant heart conceived
from whom those blessings flowed.

3. Ten thousand thousand precious gifts
my daily thanks employ;
nor is the least a cheerful heart
that tastes those gifts with joy.

4. In health and sickness, joy and pain,
your goodness I’ll pursue;
and after death, in distant worlds,
the glorious theme renew.

5. Throughout eternity, O Lord,
a joyful song I’ll raise;
but O! eternity’s too short
to utter all your praise!