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<h2>WHEN ALL THY MERCIES, O MY GOD</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“I will sing of the mercies of the Lord forever.” Psalm 89:1</h3></p>
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<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_a_d_addison_j.jpg" alt="Joseph Addison (1672-1719)" width="132.666666666667" height="216.666666666667"></td>
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<td><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_a_d_addison_j.html" target="_blank">Joseph Addison</a>, in <em>The Spectator</em>, August 9, 1712 (London, England).
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Tallis’ Ordinal,” <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_t_a_tallis_t.html" target="_blank">Thomas Tallis</a>, <em>circa</em> 1567 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_t_a_tallisor.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<li>“Belgrave,” W. Horsley (1774-1858) </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_b_e_belgrave.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<li>“Contemplation,” <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_o_u_ouseley_fag.html" target="_blank">Frederick Arthur Gore Ouseley</a> (1825-1889) </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_c_contempl.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<li>“St. Peter,” <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_r_e_reinagle_ar.html" target="_blank">Alexander Robert Reinagle</a>, 1836 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_s_t_stpeter.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_t_a_tallis_t.jpg" alt="Thomas Tallis (1505-1585)" width="119.333333333333" height="156.666666666667"></td>
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<p>This hymn was first published following an essay on gratitude, accompanied by this introduction:</p>
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<p>I have already obliged the public with some pieces of divine poetry which have fallen into my hands, and as they have met with the reception they deserve, I shall, from time to time, communicate any work of the same nature which has not appeared in print, and may be acceptable to my readers.</p>
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<p>When all Thy mercies, O my God,<br>
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My rising soul surveys,<br>
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Transported with the view, I’m lost<br>
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In wonder, love and praise.</p>
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<p>Thy Providence my life sustained,<br>
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And all my wants redressed,<br>
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While in the silent womb I lay,<br>
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And hung upon the breast.</p>
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<p>To all my weak complaints and cries<br>
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Thy mercy lent an ear,<br>
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Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learned<br>
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To form themselves in prayer.</p>
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<p>Unnumbered comforts to my soul<br>
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Thy tender care bestowed,<br>
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Before my infant heart conceived<br>
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From Whom those comforts flowed.</p>
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<p>When in the slippery paths of youth<br>
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With heedless steps I ran,<br>
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Thine arm unseen conveyed me safe,<br>
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And led me up to man.</p>
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<p>Through hidden dangers, toils, and deaths,<br>
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It gently cleared my way;<br>
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And through the pleasing snares of vice,<br>
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More to be feared than they.</p>
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<p>O how shall words with equal warmth<br>
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The gratitude declare,<br>
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That glows within my ravished heart?<br>
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But thou canst read it there.</p>
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<p>Thy bounteous hand with worldly bliss<br>
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Hath made my cup run o’er;<br>
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And, in a kind and faithful Friend,<br>
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Hath doubled all my store.</p>
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<p>Ten thousand thousand precious gifts<br>
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My daily thanks employ;<br>
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Nor is the last a cheerful heart<br>
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That tastes those gifts with joy.</p>
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<p>When worn with sickness, oft hast Thou<br>
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With health renewed my face;<br>
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And, when in sins and sorrows sunk,<br>
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Revived my soul with grace.</p>
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<p>Through every period of my life<br>
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Thy goodness I’ll pursue<br>
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And after death, in distant worlds,<br>
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The glorious theme renew.</p>
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<p>When nature fails, and day and night<br>
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Divide Thy works no more,<br>
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My ever grateful heart, O Lord,<br>
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Thy mercy shall adore.</p>
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<p>Through all eternity to Thee<br>
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A joyful song I’ll raise;<br>
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For, oh, eternity’s too short<br>
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To utter all Thy praise!</p>
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