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Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). A Victorian Anthology, 1837–1895. 1895.

Horatius Bonar 1808–89

Abide with Us


’T IS evening now!

O Saviour, wilt not thou

Enter my home and heart,

Nor ever hence depart,

Even when the morning breaks,

And earth again awakes?

Thou wilt abide with me,

And I with thee.

The world is old!

Its air grows dull and cold;

Upon its aged face

The wrinkles come apace;

Its western sky is wan,

Its youth and joy are gone.

O Master, be our light,

When o’er us falls the night.

Evil is round!

Iniquities abound;

Our cottage will be lone

When the great Sun is gone;

O Saviour, come and bless,

Come share our loneliness;

We need a comforter;

Take up thy dwelling here.