When all Thy mercies, O my God,
My rising soul surveys,
Transported with the view, I'm lost
In wonder, love and praise.
When in the slippery paths of youth
With heedless steps I ran,
Thine arm, unseen, conveyed me safe
And led me up to man.
Through hidden dangers, toils and deaths
It gently 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.
Through all eternity to Thee
A grateful song I'll raise;
But oh, eternity's too short
To utter all Thy praise.
--Joseph Addison
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