|Text:||Abide with me, Fast Falls the Eventide|
|Author:||Henry F. Lyte|
|Composer:||William H. Monk|
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 power?
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, Fast Falls the Eventide|
|Author:||Henry F. Lyte (1861)|
|HERITAGE HYMNS||Abide With Me||ABIDE WITH ME (United Methodist Hymnal 700)|
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