MERCIES LIKE DEW

 MERCIES LIKE DEW
By: Darrelyn L. Tutt

All glorious, all glorious,
My mouth doth proclaim;
Thy goodness abounds,
O how great is Thy name.
Thy mercies like dew on the tender grass lay,
And sweetly the manna is fed me by day.

All glorious, all glorious,
Thy strength and Thy might;
Thy grace is sufficient,
Thy praise, my delight.
Thy mercies like dew on the tender grass lay,
And sweetly the manna is fed me by day.

All glorious, all glorious,
Dominion and pow’r;
The song of the ages,
Is sung by the hour.
The saints echo back,
O how great is Thy name,
And sweet adoration is mine to proclaim.
Thy mercies like dew on the tender grass lay,
And sweetly the manna is fed me by day.
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“This I recall to mind, therefore have I hope. It is of the Lord’s mercies that we are not consumed, because His compassions fail not. They are new every morning; great is Thy faithfulness.”
Lamentations 3:21-23