Abide With Me
( Originally Published 1868 )
REV. HENRY FRANCIS LYTE
ABIDE with me ! Fast falls the eventide,
The darkness thickens ; Lord, with me abide
When other helpers fail, and comforts flee,
Help of the helpless, oh abide with me.
Swift to its cose ebbs out life's little day ;
Earth's joys grow dim, its gories pass away:
Change and decay in all around I see;
0 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, not to sojourn, but abide, with me.
Thou on my head in early youth did'st smile.
And though rebellious and perverse meanwhile
Thou hast not left me, oft as I left thee ;
On to the close, 0 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 coud and sunshine, oh 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.