Caroline L. Smith, 1853; alt. 1855, 1862
Tarry with me, O my Saviour!|
For the day is passing by;
See! the shades of evening gather,
And the night is drawing nigh.
2. Deeper, deeper grow the shadows,
3. Lonely seems the vale of shadow;
4. Let me hear thy voice behind me,|
Calming all these wild alarms;
Let me, underneath my weakness,
Feel the everlasting arms.
5. Feeble, trembling, fainting, dying,
6. Tarry with me, O my Saviour!
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