Poem by Henry Francis Lyte

Abide with Me!

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! 

1. When at Thy Footstool, Lord, I Bend
2. Praise, My Soul, the King of Heaven
3. God of Mercy, God of Grace
4. Far from My Heavenly Home
5. Declining Days

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