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 pow'r?
Who, like thyself, my guide and stay can be?
Through 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.
Where is death's sting? Where, grave, thy victory?
I triumph still, if thou abide with me.
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.
|First Line:||Abide with me: fast falls the eventide|
|Title:||Abide with Me|
|Author:||H. F. Lyte (1847)|
|Meter:||10 10.10 10|
|ABIDE WITH ME (Presbyterian Hymnal 543)|
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