80. Evening of Life

1 Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day;
Earth's joys grow dim, its glories away:
Change and decay in all around I see;
O thou, who changest not, abide with me!

2 Come not in terrors, as the King of kings;
But kind and good, with healing in thy wings,
Tears for all woes, a heart for every plea;
Come, Friend of sinners, and abide with me.

3 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.

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!

Text Information
First Line: Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day
Title: Evening of Life
Author: Henry F. Lyte
Language: English
Publication Date: 1890
Topic: Close of Service; Close of Worship; Evening (1 more...)
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