Henry F. Lyte, 1847
| 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, Oh, abide with me. 2. I need thy presence 3. Swift to it's close 4. Not a brief glance I beg, | 5. Come not in terror, 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, Thus abide with me. 6. Thou on my head 7. I fear no foe, 8. Hold thou thy cross |
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1. A-bide with me, fast falls the eventide.
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The darkness deepens, Lord, with me a-bide.
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When other helpers fail, and comforts flee,
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help of the helpless, oh, a - bide with me!
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2. I need thy presence every passing hour!
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What but Thy grace can foil the tempter's pow'r?
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Who like Thyself my guide and stay can be?
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Through cloud and sunshine, oh, a - bide with me !
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3. Swift to it's close ebbs out life's little day.
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Earth's joys grow dim, it's glories pass a-way.
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Change and decay in all around I see.
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O Thou who changest not, a - bide with me !
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4. Not a brief glance I beg, a passing word.
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But as Thou dwell'st with Thy disciples, Lord,
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Familiar, condescending, patient, free.
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Come not to sojourn, but a - bide with me!
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5. Come not in terror, as the King of kings,
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But kind and good, with healing in Thy wings.
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Tears for all woes, a heart for every plea.
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Come, Friend of sinners, thus a - bide with me!
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6. Thou on my head in every youth didst smile.
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And though rebellious and perverse meanwhile,
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Thou hast not left me, oft as I left Thee.
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On to the close, O Lord, a - bide with me.
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7. I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless.
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Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness.
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Where is death's sting? Where, grave, thy victory?
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I triumph still, if thou a - bide with me!
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8. Hold thou thy cross be-fore my closing eyes.
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Shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies.
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Heav'n's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows flee.
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In life, in death, O Lord, a - bide with me!
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¶ Thursday, February 16, 2006
