The Golden Sheaf ‎#198

198. Fast Falls the Eventide

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!

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!

3 I need thy presence ev'ry passing hour;
What but thy grace can foil the tempter's power?
Who, like thyself, my guide and stay can be?
Thro' cloud and sunshine, Lord, abide with me!

4 I fear no foe, with thee at hand to bless;
Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness:
Death's sting where then? the grave's proud victory?
When ever more thou shalt abide with me!

Text Information

• First Line: Abide with me! Fast falls the eventide
• Title: Fast Falls the Eventide
• Author: Henry F. Lyte
• Publication Date: 1902

Tune Information

• Name: [Abide with me! Fast falls the eventide]
• Composer: W. H. Monk
• Key: F Major