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Abide With Me
William Henry Monk

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A bide with me, fast falls the ev en tide

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Swift to its close ebbs out life's lit tle day
I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless

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Hold Thou Thy cross be fore my clos ing eyes

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The dark ness deep ens Lord, with me a bide

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Earth's joys grow dim, its glor ies pass a way
Ills have no weight, and tears no bit ter ness

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Shine through the gloom and point me to the skies

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When o ther help ers fail and com forts flee

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Change and de cay in all a round I see
Where is death's sting? Where, grave, thy vic tor y?

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Heav'n's morn ing breaks, and earth's vain sha dows flee

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Help of the help less, oh, a bide with me.

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I tri umph still if Thou a bide with me.

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In life, in death, O Lord, a bide with me.

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