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Title: Library of the world's best literature, ancient and modern
Year: 1896 (1890s)
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Publisher: N.Y.
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
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day;Earths joys grow dim, its glories pass away;Change and decay in all around I see: 0 thou, who changest not, abide with me! Not a brief glance I beg, a passing word,But as thou dwellst with thy disciples, Lord,Familiar, condescending, patient, free,—Come, not to sojourn, but abide, with me! 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 thus bide with me! Thou on my head in early youth didst smile;And, though rebellious and perverse meanwhile,Thou hast not left me, oft as I left thee:On to the close, O Lord, abide with me! 1 need thy presence every passing hour. What but thy grace can foil the Tempters power?Who like thyself my guide and stay can be ?Through cloud and sunshine, oh, abide with me! I fear no foe with thee at hand to bless:Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness.Where is deaths sting? where, grave, thy victory?I triumph still, if thou abide witli me.
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* Abide with me! Fast falls the eventide!The darkness deepens — Lord, with me abide! From a Painting by B. Plockhorst SONGS HYMNS AND LYRICS 16849 Hold thou thy cross before my closing eyes;Shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies.Heavens morning breaks, and earths vain shadows flee:In life and death, O Lord, abide with me! Henry Francis Lyte. HELP THOU MY UNBELIEF Because I seek thee not, oh seek thou me!Because my lips are dumb, oh, hear the cryI do not utter as thou passest by,And from my lifelong bondage set me free!Because content I perish, far from thee, Oh seize me, snatch me from my fate, and tryMy soul in thy consuming fire! Draw nighAnd let me, blinded, thy salvation see.If I were pouring at thy feet my tears,If I were clamoring to see thy face, I should not need thee, Lord, as now I need,Whose dumb, dead soul knows neither hopes nor fears,Nor dreads the outer darkness of this place; —Because I seek not, pray not, give thou heed! Louise Chandler Moulton. N AWAK

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