| Where Wilt Thou Go Since Night Draws Near |
| Where wilt thou go since night draws near, O Jesus Christ, Thou Pilgrim dear? Lord, make me happy, be my Guest, And in my heart, oh, deign to rest. Grant my request, O dearest Friend, For truly I the best intend; Thou knowest that Thou ever art A welcome Guest unto my heart. The day is now far spent and gone, The shades of night come quickly on; Abide with me, Thou heavenly Light, And do not leave me in this night. Enlighten me that from the way That leads to heaven I may not stray, That I may never be misled Though night of sin is round me spread. And when I on my death-bed lie, Help me that I in peace may die. Abide! I will not let Thee go. Thou wilt not leave me, Lord, I know. written 1674 Author unknown copyright 1941 Concordia Publishing House |
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