Анна Летиция Уоринг (Anna Laetitia Waring)

Tender Mercies

    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.