ABIDE WITH ME
Sing Along MIDI Hymn
Words: Henry Francis Lyte,
1847.
Music: “Eventide,” William
Henry Monk, 1861
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.
Not a brief glance I beg, a
passing word,
But as Thou dwell’st with Thy
disciples, Lord,
Familiar, condescending, patient,
free.
Come, Friend of sinners, thus
abide with me.
Thou on my head in early youth
didst smile,
And though rebellious and perverse
meanwhile,
Thou hast not left me, oft
as I left Thee.
On to the close, O Lord, 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.
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.
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.
Melody Lane