Eng:370  Chin:288  Kor:288  Span:-  Tag:370  Fra:-  Por:187 

Lyrics:Henry F. Lyte
Music:William H. Monk
Meter:10.10.10.10

This hymn has a unique tune

 

 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, oh, 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  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, thus abide with me.

 

 4  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, oh, abide with me.

 

 5  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.