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Abide With Me

Abide with me! Fast flows 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 frow dim; its glories pass away;
Change and decay in all around I see:
O thous 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, oh 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 thou abide with me.

Hold thous 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.

Christian Poetry by Henry Francis Lyte
Public Domain