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Henry Francis Lyte
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
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
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