"ABIDE WITH ME"
[To the Editor of the SPECTATOR.] " Abide with me ! Fast falls the Eventide ; The darkness thickens. Lord, with me abide. When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, 0 abide with me !
Not a brief glance I beg, a passing word ; But as thou dwell'st with thy disciples, Lord, Familiar, condescending, patient, free— Come, not to sojourn, but abide with me.
Come not in terrors, as the King of kings ; But kind and good with healing in thy wings, Tears for all woes, a heart for every plea, Come, Friend of Sinners, and then abide with, me.
Thou on my head in early youth did'st smile ; And though rebellious and perverse meanwhile, Thou bast not left me, oft as I loft thee. On to the close, 0 Lord, abide with me !
Hold then thy cross before my closing eyes, Speak through the gloom, and point me to the skies. Heaven's morning breaks, and Earth's vain shadow:, floe For life, in death, 0 Lord, abide with me ! "
ED. Spectator.]
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