20 When all Thy mercies, O my God

1 When all Thy mercies, O my God, My rising soul surveys, Transported with the view, I'm lost In wonder, love, and praise. 2 Ten thousand, thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ; Nor is the least a cheerful heart, That tastes those gifts with joy. 3 Unnumbered comforts on my soul Thy tender care bestowed, Before my infant heart conceived From whom those comforts flowed. 4 Through every period of my life Thy goodness I'll pursue; And after death, in distant worlds, The glorious theme renew. 5 When nature fails, and day and night Divide Thy works no more, My ever grateful heart, O Lord, Thy mercy shall adore. 6 Through all eternity to Thee A joyful song I'll raise; But O, eternity's too short To utter all Thy praise!