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 the cross before my closing eyes;
Shine through 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.
|First Line:||Abide with me: fast falls the eventide|
|Title:||Abide with Me|
|Author:||Henry F. Lyte|
|Topic:||Devotional; Evening Hymns; Prayer: Hymns of(1 more...)|
|Name:||[Abide with me: fast falls the eventide]|
|Composer:||William H. Monk|