Anna Laetitia Waring

(19 April 1823 – 10 May 1910 / Galmorganshire, Wales)

Tender Mercies - Poem by Anna Laetitia Waring

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.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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