When all Thy mercies, O my God,
My rising soul surveys,
Transported with the view, I’m lost
In wonder, love and praise.
Unnumbered comforts to my soul
Thy tender care bestowed,
Before my infant heart conceived
From whom those comforts flowed.
When worn with sickness, oft has Thou
With health renewed my face;
And, when in sins and sorrows bowed,
Revived my soul with grace.
Thru ev’ry period of my life
Thy goodness I’ll pursue,
And after death, in distant worlds,
The glorious theme renew.
Joseph Addison (1672-1719)
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