EVENING 552 Abide with Me! Fast Falls the Eventide Luke 24: 29 10. 10. 10. 10. Eventide Henry F. Lyte, 1847 (?) William H. Monk, 1861 King pass lit e of ing tle ven the a life’s the kings, word, day; tide; a to bide not brief its with 4 in Come 3 Not 2 Swift 1 A I ebbs Fast ror, as beg, out falls ter glance close me! bide. ing way; wings; Lord, me ples, a a Thy in ci pass The Earth’s But But and Thou grow ness kind as dis dwell’st dim, deep joys dark good, Thy heal glo Lord ries with with with its ens; ev pa round com for ing, a and plea. free. see. flee, ’ry tient, I forts for mil and oth all iar, de er Tears Fa Change When de a in ers heart scend all fail con woes, cay help me. me. me! me! bide with with with with Come, A men. Friend not Thou, of sin bide chang help of to who the so Help O Come thus but not, oh, bide bide a a a a ners, journ, est less, 5 Thou on my head in ev’ry youth didst smile, And though rebellious and perverse meanwhile, Thou hast not left me, oft as I left Thee. On to the close, O Lord, abide with me. 6 I need Thy presence ev’ry passing hour; What but Thy grace can foil the Tempter’s pow’r? Who like Thyself my guide and stay can be? Through cloud and sunshine, oh, abide with me! 7 I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless; Ills have no weight and tears no bitterness. Where is death’s sting? where, grave, thy victory? I triumph still if Thou abide with me. 8 Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes, Shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies. Heav’n’s morning breaks, and earth’s vain shadows flee; In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me!