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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. |