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mf 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.
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p 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.
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mf (need thy Rresence 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.
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f 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.
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p Hold thou thy Cross before my closing eyes;
Shine throught the Bloom, and point me to the skies:
f Heaven's morning breaks, and earth’s vain shadows flee
In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.
H. F. Lyte
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