190. AL The darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide. Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day ; Thou on my head in early youth didst smile, I need Thy presence every passing hour; Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes ; men. 192. ; Thou canst save, and Thou canst heal. Though the arrow past us fly, e are safe if Thou art nigh. Darkness cannot hide from Thee; Watchest where Thy people be. And our couch become our tomb, Clad in bright and deathless bloom. A - men. For all we love, the poor, the sad, The sinful, unto Thee we call ; Thou art our Jesus, and our All ! Through night and darkness near us be; And we are one day nearer Thee. mnen. |