Abide
With Me - Henry F. Lyte, 1793-1847
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, O abide with me.
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.
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.
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.