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, O abide with me!
4 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:||Henry F. Lyte (1847)|
|Topic:||The Church at Worship: Seasons of Life; Aging|
|Composer:||William Henry Monk (1861)|