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The Song

The poem "Abide With Me" is a Christian hymn written in 1847 that expresses the desire for God's presence and help as evening falls and darkness comes. It asks God to remain close during times of trouble or when other helpers have left. It acknowledges that all earthly things change and pass away but asks God, who is unchanging, to abide or stay with the speaker in every hour, to protect them from temptation, and guide and strengthen them through both good and bad times, including facing death.

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The Song

The poem "Abide With Me" is a Christian hymn written in 1847 that expresses the desire for God's presence and help as evening falls and darkness comes. It asks God to remain close during times of trouble or when other helpers have left. It acknowledges that all earthly things change and pass away but asks God, who is unchanging, to abide or stay with the speaker in every hour, to protect them from temptation, and guide and strengthen them through both good and bad times, including facing death.

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Abide With Me

1847
Henry Francis Lyte, 1793-1847

1 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.

2 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.

3 I need thy presence every passing hour.


What but thy grace can foil the tempter's power?
Who like thyself my guide and strength can be?
Through cloud and sunshine, O abide with me.

4 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.

5 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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