The Giver of All Good. C. M.

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Addison.

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. Ten thousand thousand precious gifts
My daily thanks employ;
Nor is the least a cheerful heart,
That tastes those gifts with joy.

3. Through every period of my life,
Thy goodness I'll pursue;
And after death, in distant worlds,
The glorious theme renew.

4. Through all eternity, to thee
A joyful song I'll raise:
But Oh, eternity's too short
To utter all thy praise!