1 Abide with me: fast falls the eventide;
The shadows deepen, Lord, with me abide;
When other helpers fail, and comforts flee,
Help of the helpless, O abide with me.
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 Christ who changes not, abide with me.
3 I need your presence every passing hour.
What but your grace can foil the tempter's power?
Who like yourself my guide and strength can be?
Through cloud and sunshine, O abide with me.
4 I fear no foe, with you at hand to bless;
Ills have no weight and tears no bitterness;
Where is death's sting? where, grave, your victory?
I triumph still if you abide with me.
5 Hold now your 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 Christ, abide with me.
|First Line:||Abide with me; fast falls the eventide|
|Title:||Abide with Me|
|Author:||Henry F. Lyte (1847, alt.)|
|Scripture:||1 Corinthians 15:55; Luke 24:29|
|Topic:||Burial and Memorial; Comfort and Assurance; Evening(1 more...)|