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Abide With Me
1 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. 2 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. 3 I need Thy presence every passing hour; What but Thy grace can foil the tempter's pow'r? Who, like Thyself, my Guide and Stay can be? Thro' cloud and sunshine, O abide with me. 4 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. 5 Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes; Shine thro' the gloom and point me to the skies. Heav'n's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows flee. In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.
WORDS: Henry F. Lyte
MUSIC: William H. Monk
Theme: Walking with God: Prayer and Devotion