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Abide With Me: A Poetic Reflection

The poem expresses a desire for God's presence and comfort as night falls and life draws to a close. It asks God to remain with the speaker through all of life's changes and uncertainties, giving them courage and peace. Even in death, the hope expressed is that God will continue to abide with them and guide them to heaven.

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Abide With Me: A Poetic Reflection

The poem expresses a desire for God's presence and comfort as night falls and life draws to a close. It asks God to remain with the speaker through all of life's changes and uncertainties, giving them courage and peace. Even in death, the hope expressed is that God will continue to abide with them and guide them to heaven.

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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.

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.
Tune: EVENTIDE Words by Henry F. Lyte, 1847, music by William H. Monk, 1861.
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