Stay with me near, O God.
This night is dark,
Yours, my day grows colder, still.
O' god the little spark you lent to me, my courage
By your grace it ebbs from me'.
Today this day is long, my soul belongs to thee.
Red, to no one else, stay with me God.
Here when I am naught but weak.
You made me stronger still.
Stilled when I, again until it dies.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
James, good for you! (Is there a part two?)