(Puritan Hymn)When All Your Mercies, O My GodWhen all your mer-cies, O my God,My ris-ing soul sur-veys,Trans-port-ed with the view, I'm lostIn won-der, love and praise.Un-num-bered com-forts to my soulYour ten-der care be-stowed,Be-fore my in-fant heart con-ceivedFrom whom those com-forts flowed.When worn with sick-ness, oft have youWith health re-newed my face;And when in sins and sor-rows sunk,Re-vived my soul with grace.Ten thou-sand pre-cious giftsMy dai-ly thanks em-ploy;Nor is the least a cheer-ful heartThat tastes those gifts with joy.Through every per-iod of my lifeYour 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 youA joy-ful song I'll raise;For oh, e-ter-ni-ty's too shortTo ut-ter all your praise.