Poems (Sharpless)/"Tarry With Me"
"TARRY WITH ME"
Tarry with me, oh my Saviour, Thro' the noon-day's burning heat;—Smile Thy fond approval on me As I urge my heavy feet.And as aye the shadows lengthen, And the night comes slowly on,Tarry with me, oh Redeemer, Till my latest work be done.
Tarry with me when the night falls Dark and cold upon my heart,—And my soul will reap its gladness, Kneeling humbly where Thou art.And whene'er the floods rise higher Round my lowly, sinking head,Tarry with me then to aid me, And I shall not be afraid.
When the darkness of misfortune Hides the heavens from my eye,When the earth wears robes of sorrow, And no blue is in the sky,— When one dreary, dreary anguish Comes between my soul and Thee,Oh! remove not then Thy presence; Tarry still to comfort me.
When the tempters loud assail me, Imaging a form of light,And my wavering feet are straying From the pure, the true, the right,Tarry with me, Thou who suffered, And Thy crown of thorns shall beAs memento of Thy anguish, All endured, oh Christ! for me.
Tarry with me, tarry with me, For the night draws near apace.Death comes fraught with fearful terrors If I cannot see Thy Face;—If Thou wilt not, Risen Saviour, Make Thy creature still Thy care.Tarry with me, tarry with me; This is my most earnest prayer.