BELMONT. C. M. H AMEN. I. 3. HEN all thy mercies, O my God, When worn with sickness, oft hast thou WHE My rising soul surveys, Transported with the view, I'm lost In wonder, love, and praise. With health renewed my face, And, when in sins and sorrows sunk, Revived my soul with grace. 2. Unnumbered comforts to my soul From whom those comforts flowed. 4. Ten thousand, thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ, Nor is the least a cheerful heart JOSEPH ADDISON, 1672-1719. |