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 every 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, O 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:
heav'n'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: Fast Falls the Eventide|
|Author:||Henry Francis Lyte (1847)|
|Topic:||The Church: Evening; Consolation; Death: Anticipated(1 more...)|
|Composer:||William H. Monk (1861)|
|ABIDE WITH ME: FAST FALLS THE EVENTIDE (Trinity Hymnal 402)|
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