THE CHURCH
CONGREGATIONAL HYMNS

(10.10.10.10) R. C. H. 286

by HENRY FRANCIS LYTE, 1793-1847

Abide with me, fast falls the eventide
say with us, for it is nearly evening; the day is almost over". Luke 24:29
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.
Follow me not with kingly might and power,
But gently, lowly, peacefully follow me;
With tears I plead for Thy mercy, O Lord
Friend of the friendless, o 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, o abide with me.
I fear no foes, with Thee at hand to bless;
Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness
Where is death still? 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 and death, o Lord, abide with me