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C. M.
Tender mercies.
Almighty Father! gracious Lord!
Kind Guardian of my days!
Thy mercies let my heart record
In songs of grateful praise.
2 In life’s first dawn, my tender frame
Was thine indulgent care,
Long ere I could pronounce thy name,
Or breathe the infant prayer.
3 Each rolling year new favors brought
From thine exhaustless store;
But, ah! in vain my laboring thought
Would count thy mercies o’er.
4 Still I adore thee, gracious Lord!
For favors more divine—
That I have known thy sacred word.
Where all thy glories shine.
5 Lord, when this mortal frame decays,
And every weakness dies,
Complete the wonders of thy grace,
And raise me to the skies.
Mrs. Steele.