2 Swift to its close ebbs out life's littie day;

Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass

away;
Change and decay in all around I see ;
Oh, thou who changest not, abide with

me.
3 I need thy presence every passing hour ;

What but thy grace' can foil the tempt-
er's power ?
Who, like thyself, my guide and stay can
be ? [with me.
Through cloud and sunshine. Lord, abide

4 I fear no foe, with thee at hand to t4es8 ;

IJ/s have no weight, and tears no bitter-
ness.
Where is death's sting ? where, grave, thy
victory ?
I triumph still, if thou abide with me.
5 Hold thou thy Cross before my closing

eyes : [to die skies ;

Shine through the gloom, and point me

Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's

vain shadows flee :

In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me !

Amen.
Lyte.
79 God'^s Fatherly Care,

I Father! there is no change to live with

thee, [day,

Save that in Christ I grow from day to

In each new word I hear, each thing I see,

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Hath not thy Heart.
L. O. Emerson.
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