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a hymn

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 need your presence every passing hour;
What but your grace can foil the tempter’s power?
Who, like yourself, my guide and stay can be?
Through cloud and sunshine, Lord, abide with me.

Hold your 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.

|| Henry Francis Lyte

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About david b. clark

a husband and father || a student of philosophy, theology, history, literature, music, art, computer science

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