By A Collection of Hymns

      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!