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Abide with us; for it is toward evening.
Luke 24:29.
Sun of my soul! thou Saviour dear,
It is not night if thou be near:
O, may no earth-born cloud arise
To hide thee from thy servant’s eyes!
2 When soft the dews of kindly sleep
My wearied eyelids gently steep,
Be my last thought—how sweet to rest