Poetry Revisited: Tender Mercies by Anna Laetitia Waring

Tender Mercies

(from Hymns and Meditations: 1850)

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.

Anna Laetitia Waring (1823-1910)

Welsh poet and hymn-writer