Thanksgiving for God's Particular Providence

When all Thy mercies, O my God,

My rising soul surveys,

Transported with the view I’m lost

In wonder, love, and praise.

Unnumbered comforts on my soul

Thy tender care bestowed

Before my infant heart conceived

From whom those comforts flowed.

When in the slipp'ry paths of youth

With heedless steps I ran,

Thine arm, unseen, conveyed me safe

And led me up to man.

Ten thousand thousand precious gifts

My daily thanks employ;

Nor is the least a cheerful heart,

That tastes those gifts with joy.

Thro' every period of my life

Thy goodness I’ll pursue;

And after death, in distant worlds,

The glorious theme renew.

When nature fails and day and night

Divide Thy works no more,

My ever-grateful heart, O Lord,

Thy mercies shall adore.

Through all eternity, to Thee

A grateful song I’ll raise;

But, oh! eternity’s too short

To utter all Thy praise.

Amen.