Tarry with Me, and Other Verses

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author at the Cheltenham Press, 1909 - 183 pages
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Page 73 - Behold, as the eyes of servants look unto the hand of their masters, and as the eyes of a maiden unto the hand of her mistress : so our eyes wait upon the Lord our God, until that he have mercy upon us.
Page 104 - For in the time of trouble he shall hide me in his pavilion: in the secret of his tabernacle shall he hide me; he shall set me up upon a rock.
Page 120 - Take ye away the stone. Martha, the sister of him that was dead, saith unto Him, LORD, by this time he stinketh; for he hath been dead four days. JESUS saith unto her, Said I not unto thee, that, if thou wouldest believe, thou shouldest see the glory of GOD ? Then they took away the stone from the place where the dead was laid.
Page 38 - But they constrained him saying, Abide with us; for it is toward evening, and the day is far spent.
Page 38 - I trust to live. 642 8.7. fTiARRY with me, O my Saviour ! -- For the day is passing by ; See ! the shades of evening gather, And the night is drawing nigh. 2 Deeper, deeper grow the shadows, Paler now the glowing west, Swift the night of death advances ; Shall it be the night of rest ? 3...
Page 125 - Jesus also, that he might sanctify the people with his own blood, suffered without the gate. 13 Let us go forth therefore unto him without the camp, bearing his reproach. 14 For here have we no continuing city, but we seek one to come.
Page 39 - Lord, around me, Let me feel thy presence near. Faithful memory paints before me Every deed and thought of sin ; Open thou the blood-filled Fountain, Cleanse my guilty soul within : Tarry thou, forgiving Saviour ! Wash me wholly...
Page 165 - It was took all of a suddint," says the 5] 42 •& The Impact of Urban Life mother, smoothing the throbbing little body with trembling hands. There is no unkindness in the rough voice of the man in the jumper, who sits by the window grimly smoking a clay pipe, with the little life ebbing out in his sight, bitter as his words sound: "Hush, Mary! If we cannot keep the baby, need we complain — such as we?
Page 38 - O my Saviour, For the day is passing by; See! the shades of evening gather, And the night is drawing nigh. 2 Many friends were gathered round me In the bright days of the past; But the grave has closed above them, And I linger here at last. 3 Deeper, deeper grow the shadows; Paler now the glowing west; Swift the night of death advances; Shall it be the night of rest ? 4 Feeble, trembling, fainting, dying, Lord, I cast myself on thee; Tarry with me through the darkness ! While I sleep, still watch...
Page 38 - Many friends were gathered round me In the bright days of the past ; But the grave has closed above them, And I linger here the last ! I am lonely; tarry with me Till the dreary night is past.

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