Anna Laetitia Waring (Анна Летиция Уоринг)

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. O, This Is Blessing, This Is Rest
2. My Savior, on the Word of Truth
3. To the Superior Animal
4. Sweet Is the Solace of Thy Love
5. Though Some Good Things of Lower Worth

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