Music by William H. Monk
- Verse 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.
- Verse 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.
- Verse 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.
- Verse 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 bide with me.
- Verse 5
- 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.
- Verse 6
- 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.
- Verse 7
- 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.
- Verse 8
- Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes;
- Shine through the gloom and point me to the skies.
- Heav’n’s morning breaks, and earth’s vain shadows flee;
- In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.
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