When All Thy Mercies - Fernando Ortega

When all Thy mercies, O my God

My rising soul surveys

Transported with the view I’m lost

In wonder, love, and praise

Unnumbered comforts to my soul

Thy tender care bestowed

Before my infant heart could know

From whom those comforts flowed

When worn with sickness, oft hast Thou

With health renewed my face

And when in sins and sorrows bowed

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