Text: | Abide with me! Fast falls the even-tide |
Author: | Henry F. Lyte |
Tune: | EVENTIDE |
Composer: | William Henry Monk |
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, Lord, 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 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!
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First Line: | Abide with me! Fast falls the even-tide |
Author: | Henry F. Lyte |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1885 |
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Name: | EVENTIDE |
Composer: | William Henry Monk |
The copy from which the Full Text of this hymn was copied contained a handwritten sheet of paper with these verses to add to the five in the hymnal; 5, 6, and 7 were pencilled into the hymnal next to verses 3, 4, and 5, respectively.
3 Not a brief glance I beg, a passing word,
But as thou dwell'st with thy disciples, Lord,
Familiar, condescending, patient, free.
Come not to sojourn, but abide with me.
4 Come, not in terrors 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, and thus abide with me!