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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.