Part 3 — WHEN ALL THY MERCIES, O MY GOD.
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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. O how shall words with equal warmth The gratitude declare That glows within my ravished heart! But Thou canst read it there. Unnumbered comforts on my soul Thy tender care bestowed, Before my infant heart conceived From whom these comforts flowed. 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; For, oh! eternity's too short To utter all Thy praise. Joseph Addison.