Be my last thought, how sweet to rest
For ever on my Saviour’s breast!
Abide with me from morn till eve,
For without Thee I cannot live!
Abide with me when night is nigh,
For without Thee I dare not die!
If some poor wandering child of Thine
Have spurned, to-day, the voice divine,—
Now, Lord, the gracious work begin;
Let him no more lie down in sin!