1 Like gentle dew the blessings fall
From God whose love inspires our song;
Our time, our talents and our all,
From Him received, to Him belong.
Then let us offer to His name
The willing sacrifice of praise;
And may our grateful lips proclaim
His goodness in the notes we raise!
2 On Jesus all our sins were laid;
He freely shed His precious blood,
And thus our advocate was made,
That He might bring us near to God. [Refrain]
3 To save from death our guilty race,
He bore the cross, endured the pain;
O wondrous riches of His grace!
In Him we die to live again. [Refrain]
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #10995
|Instances (1 - 1 of 1)||Title||First Line||Tune||Tune Key||Author||Meter||Scripture||Date||Subject||Source|
|The Cyber Hymnal #10995||Like Gentle Dew||Like gentle dew the blessings fall||[Like gentle dew the blessings fall]||Frances Jane (Fanny) Crosby||<cite>Pure Gold for the Sunday School</cite> by Robert Lowry and W. Howard Doane (New York: Biglow & Main, 1871)|