Abide With Me; Fast Falls the Eventide
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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.
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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.
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Not a brief glance I beg, a passing word;
But as Thou dwell st with Thy disciples, Lord,
Familiar, condescending, patient, free.
Come not to sojourn, but abide with me.
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Come not in terrors, as the King of kings,
But kind and good, with healing in Thy wings,
Tears for all woes, a heart for every plea
Come, Friend of sinners, and thus bide with me.
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Thou on my head in early youth didst smile;
And, though rebellious and perverse meanwhile,
Thou hast not left me, oft as I left Thee,
On to the close, O Lord, abide with me.
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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.
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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.
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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.