Tarry with Me (Smith)

Tarry with me

O my Sav­ior

For the day is pass­ing by;

See! the shades of ev­en­ing ga­ther

And the night is draw­ing nigh.

Deeper

deep­er grow the sha­dows

Paler now the glow­ing west

Swift the night of death ad­vanc­es;

Shall it be the night of rest?

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.

Let me hear Thy voice be­hind me

Calming all these wild alarms;

Let me

un­der­neath my weak­ness

Feel the ev­er­last­ing arms.

Feeble

trem­bling

faint­ing

dy­ing

Lord

I cast my­self on Thee;

Tarry with me through the dark­ness;

While I sleep

still watch by me.

Tarry with me

O my Sav­ior

Lay my head up­on Thy breast

Till the morn­ing; then awake me—

Morning of eter­nal rest.