Christian Classics

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.