My rising soul surveys,
Transported with the view, I'm lost
In wonder, love, and praise.
2 Unnumbered comforts on my soul
Thy tender care bestowed,
Before my infant heart conceived
From whom these comforts flowed.
3 When worn with sickness, oft hast Thou
With health renewed my face ;
And when in sins and sorrows sunk,
Revived my soul with grace.
4 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts
My daily thanks employ ;
Nor is the least a cheerful heart
That tastes those gifts with joy.
5 Through every period of my life
Thy goodness I'll pursue ;
And after death, in distant worlds,
The glorious theme renew.
6 Through all eternity to Thee
A joyful song I’ll raise ;
But oh, eternity's too short
To utter all Thy praise !