Lyrics

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, oh, 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 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 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 Abibe with me Abibe with me
Writer(s): Henry Francis Lyte, Will Henry Monk, John Mann Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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