1 Abide with me; fast falls the even-tide;
The darkness deepens: Lord, with me abide!
When other helpers fail, and comforts flee,
Help of the helpless, oh, abide with me!
2 Not a brief glance I beg, a passing word,
But as Thou dwell'st with thy disciples, Lord,
Familiar, condescending, patient, free,
Come, not to sojourn, but abide with me.
3 I need Thy presence every passing hour;
What but Thy grace can foil the tempter's power?
Who like Thyself my guide and stay can be?
Through cloud and sunshine, oh, abide with me.
4 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!
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First Line: | Abide with me; fast falls the even-tide |
Meter: | 10s. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1870 |
Topic: | Abiding of Christ with Believers; Christ: abiding with us; Evening Hymns: in general(1 more...) |
Notes: | Author from index: H. F. Lyte |