On this very cold night, a warm hymn by Anna Waring from the 1865 edition of "Hymns of the Spirit"
Tender mercies, on my way
Falling softly like the dew,
Sent me freshly every day,
I give thanks to God 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.
Blessings
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how utterly beautiful
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