Fernando Ortega
When All Thy Mercies
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