Abide With Me
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 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.
I fear no foe, with thee at hand to
bless;
ills have no weight, and tears not
bitterness.
Where is death's sting? Where, grave,
thy victory?
I triumph still, if thou abide with
me.
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.
Henry F. Lyte
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