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Words: Caroline Louisa Sprague Smith, 1853; recast in Plymouth College, 1855, and Songs of the Church, 1862.
Music: "St. Sylvester," John Bacchus Dykes, 1862
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Tarry with me, O my Savior,
For the day is passing by;
See! the shades of evening gather,
And the night is drawing nigh.
Deeper, deeper grow the shadows,
Paler now the glowing west,
Swift the night of death advances;
Shall it be the night of rest?
Lonely seems the vale of shadow;
Sinks my heart with troubled fear;
Give me faith for clearer vision,
Speak Thou, Lord, in words of cheer.
Let me hear Thy voice behind me,
Calming all these wild alarms;
Let me, underneath my weakness,
Feel the everlasting arms.
Feeble, trembling, fainting, dying,
Lord, I cast myself on Thee;
Tarry with me through the darkness;
While I sleep, still watch by me.
Tarry with me, O my Savior,
Lay my head upon Thy breast
Till the morning; then awake me-
Morning of eternal rest.
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