Abide With Me
by: Henry F. Lyte
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, oh, 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 prescence every passing hour:
What but Thy grace can foil the tempter’s pow’r?
Who like thyself my guide and stay can be?
Through cloud and sunshine, oh, abide with me!
I fear no foe with The at hand to bless;
Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness;
Where is deaths 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!