186Psalm 71:15-24CM
WHEN all Thy mercies, O my God,
   My rising soul surveys,
Transported with the view, I’m lost
    In wonder, love, and praise.
2  O how shall words, with ample warmth,
    The gratitude declare
That glows within my thankful heart?
    But Thou canst read it there.
3  To all my weak complaints and cries
    Thy mercy lent an ear,
Before my feeble thoughts had learned
    To form themselves in prayer.
4  Through hidden dangers, toils and deaths,
    That mercy cleared my way,
And through the pleasing snares of vice,
    More to be feared than they.
5  When worn with sickness, oft hast Thou
    With health renewed my face;
And, when in sins and sorrows sunk,
    Revived my soul with grace.
6  Through every period of my life
    Thy goodness I’ll pursue;
And after death, in distant worlds,
    The glorious theme renew.
7  Through all eternity to Thee
    A joyful song I’ll raise:
For O, eternity’s too short
    To utter all Thy praise.
Joseph Addison, 1672-1719