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Text: | Evening of Life |
Author: | Henry F. Lyte |
1 Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day;
Earth's joys grow dim, its glories away:
Change and decay in all around I see;
O thou, who changest not, abide with me!
2 Come not in terrors, as the King of kings;
But kind and good, with healing in thy wings,
Tears for all woes, a heart for every plea;
Come, Friend of sinners, and abide with me.
3 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.
4 Hold thou 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, in death, O Lord, abide with me!
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day |
Title: | Evening of Life |
Author: | Henry F. Lyte |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1890 |
Topic: | Close of Service; Close of Worship; Evening(1 more...) |