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Tarry with me, O my Saviour,
For the day is passing by;
See! the shades of evening gather,
And the night is drawing nigh.
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.
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 Saviour,
Lay my head upon Thy breast
Till the morning; then awake me—
Morning of eternal rest.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 7 8 7
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Dates:
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1852,1855,1862
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Bible Refs:
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Lk 24:29;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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Song #
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| 1920 | # 536 | | 1916 | # 31 | | 1866 | # 1184 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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ST. SYLVESTER
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Meter:
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8 7 8 7
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1862
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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Key
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| # 1046 | F | | # 289 | F | | # 802 | F |
ALTERNATIVE TUNES
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Name
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meter
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| 8 7 8 7 | | 8 7 8 7 | | 8 7 8 7 D | | 8 7 8 7 |
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