When all Thy mercies, O my God My rising soul surveys Transported with the view I'm lost in wonder, love and praise To all my weak complaints and cries Thy mercy lent an ear Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learned To form themselves in prayer Unnumbered comforts to my soul Thy tender care bestowed Before my infant heart conceived From whom those comforts flowed Through hidden dangers, toils and death It gently cleared my way And through the pleasing snares of vice More to be feared than they Ten thousand, thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ Nor is the least a cheerful heart That tastes those gifts with joy Through all eternity to Thee A joyful song I'll raise For, O eternity's too short To utter all Thy praise