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Daily Prayer: Evening

18. Abide with me: fast falls the eventide

Four 10's

Eventide:

William Henry Monk, 1861

Henry F. Lyte, 1847

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.

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.

Amen.

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