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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 your presence every passing hour.
What but your grace can foil the tempter’s power?
Who like yourself my guide and strength can be?
Through cloud and sunshine, O 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.
Heaven's morning breaks and earth's vain shadows flee;
in life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.

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First Line:
Abide with me: fast falls the eventide
Title:
Abide with me: fast falls the eventide
Author:
Henry Francis Lyte (1847)
Meter:
10.10.10.10
Language:
English
Notes:
Russian translation: "Priebut saw mnoi," translator unknown
Copyright:
Public Domain
Liturgical Use:
Prayer Songs

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Title:
EVENTIDE (Monk)
Composer:
William Henry Monk (1861)
Meter:
10.10.10.10
Copyright:
Public Domain