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- 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 Let me hear Thy voice behind me, Calming all these wild alarms; Let me, underneath my weakness, Feel the everlasting arms. |
4 Feeble, trembling, fainting, dying,
Lord, I cast myself on Thee; Tarry with me through the darkness; While I sleep, still watch by me.
5 Tarry with me, O my Saviour!
Lay my head upon Thy breast, Till the morning; then awake me, Morning of eternal rest!
Caroline L. Smith, 1851 |
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2 Though the night be dark and dreary,
Darkness cannot hide from Thee; Thou art He who, never weary, Watchest where Thy people be.
3 Though destruction walk around us,
Though the arrows past us fly, |
Angel-guards from Thee surround us, We are safe, if Thou art nigh.
4 Should swift death this night o'ertake us, And our couch become our tomb, May the morn in heaven awake us, Clad in light and deathless bloom.
James Edmeston, 1820 |
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