5 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 power? Who like thyself my guide and stay can be? Through 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. Keep 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 RH 797, H.F. Lyte (1793-1847)
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