When All Your Mercies, O My God Joseph Addison (1672-1719)

MANOAH (C.M.) Henry W. Greatorex (1813-1858)

When all your mer-cies, O my God,
   My ris-ing soul sur-veys,
Trans-port-ed with the view, I'm lost
   In won-der, love and praise.

Un-num-bered com-forts to my soul
   Your ten-der care be-stowed,
Be-fore my in-fant heart con-ceived
   From whom those com-forts flowed.

When worn with sick-ness, oft have you
   With health re-newed my face;
And when in sins and sor-rows sunk,
   Re-vived my soul with grace.

Ten thou-sand pre-cious gifts
   My dai-ly thanks em-ploy;
Nor is the least a cheer-ful heart
   That tastes those gifts with joy.

Through ev-ery per-iod of my life
   Your good-ness I'll pur-sue;
And af-ter death, in dist-ant world,
   The glo-rious theme re-new.

Through all e-ter-ni-ty to you
   A joy-ful song I'll raise;
For oh, e-ter-ni-ty's too short
   To ut-ter all your praise.