Tarry with Me (Smith) (EN 4056)

EN 4056 Tarry with Me (Smith)

Luke.24.29

Versi Version 1

1

Tarry with me, O my Savior,

For the day is passing by;

See! the shades of evening gather,

And the night is drawing nigh.

2

Deeper, deeper grow the shadows,

Paler now the glowing west,

Swift the night of death advances;

Shall it be the night of rest?

3

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.

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,

Lord, I cast myself on Thee;

Tarry with me through the darkness;

While I sleep, still watch by me.

6

Tarry with me, O my Savior,

Lay my head upon Thy breast

Till the morning; then awake me—

Morning of eternal rest.

7

Tarry with me, O my Saviour!

For the day is passing by;

See, the shades of evening gather,

And the night is drawing nigh;

Tarry with me—tarry with me;

Pass me not unheeded by!

8

Many friends were gathered round me,

In the bright days of the past;

But the grave has closed above them,

And I linger here the last!

I am lonely: tarry with me

Till this dreary night is past.

9

Dimmed for me is earthly beauty;

Yet the spirit’s eye would fain

Rest upon thy lovely features:

Shall I seek, dear Lord, in vain?

Tarry with me, O my Saviour!

Let me see thy smile again.

10

Dull my ear to earth-born music:

Speak thou, Lord! in words of cheer;

Feeble, tottering my footstep,

Sinks my heart with sudden fear:

Cast thine arms, dear Lord! around me,

Let me feel thy presence near.

11

Faithful memory paints before me

Every deed and thought of sin;

Open thou the blood-filled fountain,

Cleanse my guilty soul within:

Tarry, thou forgiving Saviour!

Wash me wholly from my sin.

12

Deeper, deeper grow the shadows;

Paler now the glowing west;

Swift the night of death advances,—

Shall it be a night of rest?

Tarry with me, O my Saviour!

Lay my head upon thy breast.

13

Feeble, trembling, panting, dying,

Lord! I cast myself on thee:

Tarry with me through the darkness,

While I sleep, still watch by me,

Till the morning,—then awake me

Dearest Lord! to dwell with thee.

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