Verse 1

When all your mercies, O my God, my rising soul surveys, transported with the view, I'm lost in wonder, love, and praise.

Verse 2

Unnumbered comforts to my soul your tender care bestowed, before my infant heart conceived from whom those comforts flowed.

Verse 3

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

Verse 4

Through all eternity to you a joyful song I'll raise; for oh, eternity's too short to utter all your praise.

Verse 5

When worn with sickness, oft have you with health renewed my face; and when in sins and sorrows sunk, revived my soul with grace.

Verse 6

Through ev'ry period of my life your goodness I'll pursue; and after death, in distant worlds, the glorious theme renew.