Abide with Me DMaj

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W. H. Monk

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A bide with me; fast falls the e ven tide;
Swift to its close ebbs out life’s litt le day;
I need thy pres ence ev ery pass ing hour;
I fear no foe, with thee at hand to bless;
Hold thou thy cross be fore my clos ing eyes;
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The dark ness deep ens; Lord with me a bide!
Earth’s joys grow dim; its glo ries pass a way;
What but thy grace can foil the temp ter’s power?
Ills have no weight, and tears no bitt er ness.
Shine through the gloom and point me to the skies;
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When o ther help ers fail and com forts ee,
Change and de cay in all a round I see;
Who like thy self, my guide and stay can be?
Where is death’s sting? Where grave thy vic tor y?
Heav’n’s morn ing breaks, and earth’s vain shad ows ee;
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Help of the help less, O a bide with me.
O thou who chang est not a bide with me.
Through cloud and sun shine Lord a bide with me.
I tri umph still if thou a bide with me.
In life in death, O Lord, a bide with me.
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