Scripture Verse

His favor is like dew on the grass. Proverbs 19:12


Fanny Crosby (1820–1915)

Words: Fan­ny Cros­by, in Roy­al Dia­dem, ed­it­ed by Ro­bert Low­ry & How­ard Doane (New York: Big­low & Main, 1873), pag­es 70–71.

Music: W. How­ard Doane (🔊 pdf nwc).

W. Howard Doane (1832–1915)


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.