When all thy mercies, O my
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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.
Ten thousand thousand precious gifts
my daily thanks employ,
nor is the least a cheerful heart,
that 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,
but, oh, eternity's too short
to utter all thy praise!
Words: Joseph Addison, The Spectator, 1712
Tune: John Cole, Ecclesiastical Harmony, 1805;
version from Harmonia Sacra, 12th ed., 1867
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