"Abide with us, for it is towards evening, and the day is far spent."
1 'Tis gone, that bright and orbéd blaze,
Fast fading from our wistful gaze;
Yon mantling cloud has hid from sight
The last faint pulse of quivering light.
2 Sun of my soul! thou Saviour dear,
It is not night if thou be near:
Oh may no earth-born cloud arise
To hide thee from thy servant's eyes.
3 When the soft dews of kindly sleep
My wearied eyelids gently steep,
Be my last thought now sweet to rest
Forever on my Saviour's breast.
4 Abide with me from morn till eve,
For without thee I cannot live;
Abide with me when night is nigh,
For without thee I dare not die.