com-forts flee, Help of the help-less, O a bide with

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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, O abide with me.

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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 abide with me.

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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, abide with me.

And in that holier world of joy and peace,
Our sun shall rise upon a land so blest,
That none in this poor world have words to tell
How great the joy of that pure heavenly rest.
Edward Husband, 1871

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ARUNDEL L. M.

Samuel Webbe, 1740-1816

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I Sweet is

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the work, my God, my King, To praise thy Name, give

I The dawn of God's dear Sab bath Breaks o'er the earth

comes as cool-ing showers To cheer a thirsting land, As

shades of clust-ered palms-trees 'Mid weary wastes of sand.