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Abide with Me Fast Falls the Eventide
TROYTE, NO. }
-Arthur H. D. Troyte
EVENTIDE-William Henry Monk
Abide with Me! Fast Falls the Eventide
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, 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 every 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!
Not a brief glance I long, a passing word,
But as thou dwell'st with thy disciples, Lord,
Familiar, condescending, patient, free,
Come, not to sojourn, but abide, with me!