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When all Thy mercies, O my God My rising soul surveys, Transported with the view I'm lost In wonder, love and praise.

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Let me show forth Thy beauty, Jesus, like sunshine on the hills Oh let my lips pour forth Thy sweetness In joyous, sparkling rills!

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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 death It gently cleared my way And through the pleasing snares of vice More to be feared than they.

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

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

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