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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Sep 23, 1915

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 92, No. 47.

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Sup Thou With Me

By MRS. ALICE M. AVERY-HARPER

MRS. ALICE M. AVERY-HARPER
WHEN softly sinks the sun at night, And evening's somber shades appear, When earth is hushed in peaceful sleep, Then may the angels hover near; And come thou, Lord, and sup with me, And I with thee.
Be thou my stay and portion, Lord, Through all life's weary toil and strain, And cheer me with thy precious word, Bind up each wound, and soothe the pain. Then sup with me, and I with thee, Dear Lord, with thee.
When seems my weary lot but dread, And oft beset with daily care, I'll trust thee to supply my bread; My sorrows thou dost ever share. Thou lovest me, and I love thee; Then sup with me.
And may I not draw near, my Lord, And hide me safely in thy love? Forgive my waywardness, I plead, And may I all thy mercy prove. Then sup with me, my Lord, with me, And I with thee.
Though friends forsake, and prove untrue, And look on me in cruel scorn, O help me, Lord, to patient be, Although my heart may be forlorn! Come, sup with me, and I with thee, Saviour, with thee.
I'm weary, Lord. I long for thee; Then let me rest upon thy breast, O blessed Lamb of Calvary, With seraphs sing among the blest, And ever be, dear Lord, with thee, Thy face to see.