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I need Thy Presence every passing hour: What but Thy grace can foil the Tempter's power ? Who like Thyself my guide and stay can be ? Through cloud and sunshine, O abide with me!
I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless : Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness: Where is death's sting ? where, Grave, thy victory ? I triumph still, if Thou abide with me !
Hold then Thy cross before my closing eyes ! Shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies! Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows
flee; In life and death, O Lord, abide with me !
Henry Francis Lyte. 1847.
Commit thou all thy griefs And ways into His hands, To His sure Truth and tender care; Who earth and Heaven commands..
Who points the clouds their course Whom winds and seas obey, He shall direct thy wandering feet, He shall prepare thy way.
Thou on the Lord rely ; So safe shalt thou go on; Fix on His Work thy stedfast eye, So shall thy work be done.