I wanted to share some excerpts from Abide with Me by Henry Francis Lyte (1847) for Julianne, her family, and her friends:
Abide with me; fast falls the eventide;
The darkness deepens; Lord with me abide.
When other helpers fail and comforts flee,
Help of the helpless, O abide with me.
Swift to its close ebbs out life’s little day;
Earth’s joys grow dim; its glories pass away;
Change and decay in all around I see;
O Thou who changest not, abide with me.
+Eternal rest grant unto her, O Lord, and let perpetual light shine upon her. May she rest in peace.+