1 When all your mercies, O my God,
my thankful soul surveys,
uplifted 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 perceived
from whom these blessings flowed.

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

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

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

Jubilate Hymns Version of When all thy mercies, O my God , Joseph Addison (1672 - 1719)
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