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Hymn for Evening Reflection

The document contains the lyrics to the hymn 'Abide with Me' by Henry F. Lyte, emphasizing themes of companionship, divine presence, and comfort in times of darkness and decay. It reflects a plea for God's presence during life's challenges and the inevitability of death. The hymn is set to music by William H. Monk and is in the public domain.

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Hymn for Evening Reflection

The document contains the lyrics to the hymn 'Abide with Me' by Henry F. Lyte, emphasizing themes of companionship, divine presence, and comfort in times of darkness and decay. It reflects a plea for God's presence during life's challenges and the inevitability of death. The hymn is set to music by William H. Monk and is in the public domain.

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Abide with Me

But they constrained him, saying, Abide with us: for it is toward evening, and the day is far spent.
And he went in to tarry with them. Lk. 24:29
      
                       

1. A - bide with me; fast falls the e - ven - tide; The dark - ness deep - ens; Lord, with me a - bide;
2. Swift to its close ebbs out life’s lit - tle day; Earth’s joys grow dim, its glo - ries pass a - way;
3. I need Thy pre - sence eve - ry pass -ing hour; What but Thy grace can foil the tempt - er’s pow’r?
4. I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless; Ills have no weight, and tears no bit - ter - ness;
5. Hold Thou Thy cross be - fore my clos - ing eyes; Shine thro’ the gloom and point me to the skies;

            
    
      
  
        

 
             
         
When oth - er help - ers fail and com -forts flee, Help of the help - less, oh, a - bide with me.
Change and de - cay in all a - round I see— O Thou who chang - est not, a - bide with me.
Who, like Thy - self, my guide and stay can be? Thro’ cloud and sun - shine, Lord, a - bide with me.
Where is death’s sting? Where, grave, thy vic - to - ry? I tri - umph still, if Thou a - bide with me.

     
Heav’n’s morn-ing breaks, and earth’s vain shad -ows flee; In life, in death, O Lord, a - bide with me.

          
         

          
WORDS: Henry F. Lyte, 1847. MUSIC: “Eventide”; William H. Monk, 1861. Public Domain.

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