Text: | Tender mercies, on my way |
Author: | A. L.Waring |
Tender mercies, on my way
Falling softly like the dew,
Sent me freshly every day,
I will bless THE LORD for you.
Though I have not all I would,
Though to greater bliss I go,
Every present gift of good
To Eternal Love I owe.
Source of all that comforts me,
Well of joy for which I long,
Let the song I sing to Thee
Be an everlasting song.
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First Line: | Tender mercies, on my way |
Title: | Tender mercies, on my way |
Author: | A. L.Waring |
Meter: | 7,7,7,7 |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1873 |
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