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|
|Author:||Henry Francis Lyte (1847)|
|Scripture:||Psalm 23:4; Psalm 72:12; Psalm 92:2; Psalm 102:25-26; Psalm 139:7-12; Psalm 145:18; Malachi 3:6; Matthew 28:20; Luke 24:29; 1 Corinthians 7:29-31; 1 Corinthians 15:54-57; Hebrews 13:8; 1 John 2:28; 1 John 3:24|
|Topic:||Comfort; Evening; Funeral(2 more...)|
|Composer:||William Henry Monk (1861)|
By blending end of day and end of life, the imagery of this well-known Victorian hymn has made it valuable for both evening services and funerals. Although the author wrote his own music for it, the present tune has been firmly associated with this text for over 150 years.
|Audio recording:||Audio (MP3)|