2 Unnumbered comforts on my soul Thy tender care bestowed, Before my infant heart conceived From whom those comforts flowed. 3 When in the slippery paths of youth With heedless steps I ran, Thine arm, unseen, conveyed me safe, And led me up to man. 4 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ, Nor is the least a cheerful heart, That tastes those gifts with joy. 5 Through every period of my life Thy goodness I’ll pursue; And after death, in distant worlds, The glorious theme renew. 6 Through all eternity, to thee A joyful song I’ll raise; But O! eternity’s too short To utter all thy praise! 79 C. M. Thy judgments are a great deep. Psalm 36:6. God moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform; He plants his footsteps on the sea, And rides upon the storm. 2 Deep in unfathomable mines Of never-failing skill, He treasures up his bright designs, And works his gracious will. 3 You fearful saints, fresh courage take; The clouds you so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head. 4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust him for his grace; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face. 5 His purposes will ripen fast, Unfolding every hour; The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower. 6 Blind unbelief is sure to err, And scan his work in vain: God is his own interpreter, And he will make it plain. 80 C. M. My God, how wonderful thou art. My God, how wonderful thou art, Thy majesty how bright! How glorious is thy mercy-seat, In depths of burning light! 2 Yet I may love thee too, O Lord, Almighty as thou art; For thou hast stooped to ask of me The love of my poor heart. 3 No earthly father loves like thee, No mother half so mild Bears and forbears, as thou hast done With me, thy sinful child. 4 My God, how wonderful thou art, Thou everlasting Friend! On thee I stay my trusting heart, Till faith in vision end. 81 C. M. The God of my life. Father of mercies! God of love! My Father and my God! I’ll sing the honors of thy name, And spread thy praise abroad. 2 In every period of my life Thy thoughts of love appear; Thy mercies gild each transient scene, And crown each passing year. 3 In all thy mercies, may my soul A Father’s bounty see; Nor let the gifts thy grace bestows Estrange my heart from thee. 4 Teach me, in times of deep distress, To own thy hand, O God! And in submissive silence learn The lessons of thy rod.