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.

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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.

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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 Heaven.

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Ye heav’ns, oh haste your dews to shed,
Ye clouds, rain gladness on our head,
Thou earth, behold the time of grace,
And blossom forth in righteousness!

O living Sun, with joy break forth,
And pierce the gloomy clefts of earth;
Behold, the mountains melt away
Like wax beneath Thine ardent ray!

O Life-dew of the Churches, come,
And bid this arid desert bloom!
The sorrows of Thy people see,
And take our human flesh on Thee.

Refresh the parched and drooping mind,
The broken limb in mercy bind,
Us sinners from our guilt release,
And fill us with Thy heavenly peace.

O wonder! night no more is night!
Comes then at last the longed-for light?
Ah yes, Thou shinest, O true Sun,
In whom are God and man made one!