Friends out of sight, in faith to muse
How grows in Paradise our store.
Burial of the Dead.
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.
Evening.
Friends out of sight, in faith to muse
How grows in Paradise our store.
Burial of the Dead.
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.
Evening.