Tarry With me, O my Saviour! |
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! |