Tarry with me, O my Saviour,

For the day is passing by;

See the shades of evening gather,

And the night is drawing nigh.

2 Many friends were gathered round me

In the bright days of the past;

But the grave has closed above them,

And I linger here at last.

3 Deeper, deeper grow the shadows;

Paler now the glowing west;

Swift the night of death advances;

Shall it be the night of rest?

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!