Hymnal: Fillmore's Harp of Zion
Date: 1867
Compiler: A D Fillmore
Publisher/Printer: R W Carroll & Co
First Line: When all thy mercies O my God
Topic: <no topic given>
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
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Meter: DCM
Tune: Pleyel
Hymn Number: <no hymn number given>
Page Number: 101, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsWhen all thy mercies, O my God,
My rising soul surveys!
Transported with the view, I'm lost
In wonder, love, and praise.
Thy providence my life sustained,
And all my wants redressed,
When in a state of helplessness
I hung upon thy breast.
Unnumbered comforts on my soul
Thy tender care bestowed,
Before my infant heart conceived
From whom those comforts flowed.
Though hidden dangers, toils, and deaths,
Thy goodness cleared my way,
And through the pleasing snares of vice,
More to be feared than they.
Through every period of my life,
Thy goodness I'll pursue;
And after death, in distant worlds
The pleasing theme renew.
O, how can words with equal warmth
The gratitude declare
That glows with in my ravished heart?
But thou canst read it there.
To all my weak complaints and cries
Thy mercy lent an ear,
ere yet my feeble thoughts had learned
To form themselves in prayer.
When in the slippery paths of youth
With heedless steps I ran,
Thine arm, unseen, conveyed me save,
And led me up to man.
Ten thousand precious gifts
My daily thanks employ;
Not is the least a cheerful heart,
That tastes those gifts with joy.
Through all eternity to thee
A joyful song I'll raise;
But O, eternity's too short
To utter all thy praise.