Abide with Me
Words by Henry F. Lyte
Music by William H. Monk
"But they constrained him, saying, Abide with us: for it is toward evening,
and the day is far spent. And he went in to tarry with them."
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!
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!
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?
Through cloud and sunshine, Lord, abide with me!
Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes;
Shine thro' 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.
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