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John Dekker (dekker) wrote,
@ 2006-11-26 14:59:00
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    When All Thy Mercies, O My God
    When all thy mercies, O my God,
    My rising soul surveys,
    Transported with the view, I’m lost
    In wonder, love and praise.

    Thy Providence my life sustained,
    And all my wants redressed,
    While in the silent womb I lay,
    And hung upon the breast.

    To all my weak complaints and cries
    Thy mercy lent an ear,
    Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learned
    To form themselves in prayer.

    Unnumbered comforts to my soul
    Thy tender care bestowed,
    Before my infant heart conceived
    From whom those comforts flowed.

    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.

    O how shall words with equal warmth
    The gratitude declare,
    That glows within my ravished heart?
    But thou canst read it there.

    Thy bounteous hand with worldly bliss
    Hath made my cup run o’er;
    And, in a kind and faithful friend,
    Hath doubled all my store.

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

    When worn with sickness, oft hast thou
    With health renewed my face;
    And, when in sins and sorrows sunk,
    Revived my soul with grace.

    Through 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 mercy shall adore.

    Through all eternity to thee
    A joyful song I’ll raise;
    For, oh, eternity’s too short
    To utter all thy praise!

    – Jo­seph Ad­di­son, 1712.


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(Anonymous)
2006-11-27 00:58 (link)
Addison is a good poet. I like this ode of his.

Why did you choose this hymn?


missmellifluous

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dekker
2006-11-27 01:57 (link)
Well, I thought it fitted in well with the theme of gratitude. But also, it's one of my favourites - I actually know every single verse by heart. Except I sing it to this tune (or something like it).

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(Anonymous)
2006-11-27 17:07 (link)
Wow! That is a great song. I have not heard it before but now I like it too.

missmellifluous

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