| 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. | |