415 When all thy mercies, O my God

1 When all your mercies, O my God, my rising soul surveys, transported with the view, I'm lost in wonder, love, and praise.

2 O how shall words with equal warmth the gratitude declare, that glow within my fervent heart? But thou canst read it there.

3 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts my daily thanks employ; nor is the least a cheerful heart that tastes those gifts with joy.

4 When nature fails, and day and night divide thy works no more, my ever grateful heart, O Lord, thy mercy shall adore.

5 Through all eternity, to thee a joyful song I'll raise; but oh, eternity's too short to utter all thy praise!