Anna L. Waring · 12 of 33
Tender mercies, on my way
HYMN 11
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.