Abide With Me
Henry Francis Lyte
A-bide 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 it's close ebbs out life's little day
Earth joys grow dim, it's glories pass away
Change and decay in all around I see
Oh thou who changest not, abide with me
I need thy presence every passing hour
What but thy grace can foil the tempter's pow'are
Who like thyself, my guide and stay can be
Through cloud and sunshine, Oh abide with me
Oh thou thy cross before my closing eyes
Shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies
Heav'ns morning breaks, and earth's reign shadows flee
In life and death, Oh Lord, abide with me
In life and death, Oh Lord, abide with me
