Poem by 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.

1. Sweet Is the Solace of Thy Love
2. O, This Is Blessing, This Is Rest
3. My Savior, on the Word of Truth
4. Dear Savior of a Dying World
5. Though Some Good Things of Lower Worth

Print

1606 Views

Last Poems

To Russian version