Abide with me |
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Tune: |
Eventide |
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Metre: |
10 10 10 10 |
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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, O abide with me.
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 though 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 and death, O Lord, abide with me.
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