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.
Tender Mercies
Anna Laetitia Waring
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Poem topics: I love you, joy, tender, good, source, long, eternal, gift, Valentine's Day, love, song, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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