Songs We Like to Sing

Published 1912
Abide With Me

     Henry Francis Lyte                                         William Henry Monk

Abide with me! fast falls the eventide;
The darkness thickens,
Lord, with me abide:
When other helpers fail, and comforts flee,
Help of the helpless, oh, 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 ev'ry 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!

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!


© 1999, 2003, Lynn Waterman