C.M. An Act of Thanksgiving. 1 WHEN all thy mercies, O my God, My rising soul surveys, Transported with the view, I'm lost In wonder, love, and praise.
2 Thy Providence my life sustained, And all my wants redressed, While in the silent womb I lay, And hung upon the breast.
3 To all my weak complaints and cries Thy mercy lent an ear, Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learned To form themselves in prayer.
4 Unnumbered comforts on my soul Thy tender care bestowed, Before my infant heart conceived From whom those comforts flowed.
5 When in the slippery paths of youth With heedless steps I ran, Thine arm, unseen, conveyed me safe, And led me up to man.
6 Through hidden dangers, toils, and deaths, It gently cleared my way; And through the pleasing snares of vice, More to be feared than they.
7 When worn with sickness, oft hast thou With health renewed my face, And when in sins and sorrows sunk Revived my soul with grace.
8 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ; Nor is the least a thankful heart, That takes those gifts with joy.
9 Through every period of my life Thy goodness I'll pursue; And after death, in distant worlds, The pleasing theme renew.
10 Through all eternity, to thee A grateful song I'll raise; But O eternity's too short To utter all thy praise!
