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Abide with me.
F. 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! 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, O abide with me!
4 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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