2 Let evil thoughts and spirits flee before us;
Till morning cometh, watch, O Master, o'er us;
In soul and body Thou from harm defend us,
Thine angels send us.

3 Let holy thoughts be ours when sleep o'ertakes us;
Our earliest thoughts be Thine when morning wakes us.
All sick and mourners we to Thee commend them,

(J=112) Day is dying in the west, Heav'n is touch-ing earth with rest;

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Wait and worship while the night Sets her evening lamps alight Thro'all the sky.

Holy, holy, holy, Lord God of Hosts! Heav'n and earth are full of Thee,

Heav'n and earth are praising Thee, O Lord most high... A-men.

Look on Thy chil-dren from on high, And hear us while we pray. A-men.

And make our luke-warm hearts to glow With low-ly love and fer-vent will;

Thro' life's long day and death's dark night, O gen-tle Jesus, be

fail, and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, oh, a-❘ bide with me. A-men.

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2 Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day;
Earth's joys grow dim, its glories | pass away,
Change and decay in all a- | round I see;

O Thou who changest not, a- | bide with me.
3 I need Thy presence every | passing hour;

What but Thy grace can foil the tempter's power?
Who, like Thyself, my guide and stay can be?
Through cloud and sunshine, Lord, a- | bide with me.

4 I fear no foe, with Thee at | hand to bless;

Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness.
Where is death's sting? where, grave, thy | victory?
I triumph still, if Thou a- | bide with me.

5 Hold Thou Thy Cross before my closing eyes:
Shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies:
Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain | shadows flee:
In life, in death, O Lord, a- | bide with me.

(Second Tune)

Amen.

HENRY F. LYTE