Dew of Mercy

Like the still qui­et fall

Of the si­lent dew of night

On the leaves

that are fold­ed to rest

Is the mer­cy of God

When it droppeth from His throne

Bringing balm from the fields of the blest.

Dew of mer­cy

dew of mer­cy

Ever drop­ping

gent­ly drop­ping from ab­ove;

Dew of mer­cy

how it cheers us

Ever drop­ping from a Sav­ior’s love!

How it cheers and re­vives

Every bud of Christ­ian hope!

How it tak­es ev­ery sor­row away!

O ’tis sweet­er by far

Than the drops of na­ture’s dew

And it fall­eth by night and by day.

When we ask of the Lord

In our sim­ple fer­vent pray­er

For His bless­ing at morn and at ev­en

Let us pray that our souls

May be wa­tered and re­freshed

By the dew of His mer­cy from Heav’n.