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ABIDE WITH ME

Henry Francis Lyte | William Henry Monk

 

Verse 1

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.

 

Verse 2

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.

 

Verse 3

I need Thy presence every passing hour;

What but Thy grace

Can foil the tempter's pow'r?

Who like Thyself

My guide and stay can be?

Through cloud and sunshine,

Lord, abide with me.

 

Verse 4

I fear no foe with Thee at hand to bless;

Ills have no weight,

And tears no bitterness.

Where is death's sting?

Where, grave, thy victory?

I triumph still, if Thou abide with me

 

Verse 5

Hold Thou Thy cross

Before my closing eyes;

Shine through the gloom,

And point me to the skies:

Heaven's morning breaks,

And earth's vain shadows flee;

In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.