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.

Refrain

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.

Refrain

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.

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