Thursday, November 20, 2008

Tender Mercies

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.


1 comment:

PeaceBang said...

how utterly beautiful