
Abide with me
Abide, abide with me, fast falls the eventide,
when the darkness deepens, Lord with me abide,
Lord with me abide.
Quick to its final close ebbs out life's little day,
earth's joys grow dim, I watch its glories pass away,
its glories pass away.
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When other helpers fail and other comforts flee,
help of the helpless one, abide with me.
When other helpers fail and other comforts flee,
help of the helpless one, abide with me.
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Change and decay in everything I see;
Still, thou who changest not abide with me.
Change and decay in everything I see;
Still, thou who changest not, abide with me.
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I need thy presence every passing hour;
what but thy grace can foil the tempter's power,
can foil the tempter's power?
I fear no foe with thee at hand to bless;
ills have no weight and tears no bitterness,
and tears no bitterness.
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Where is death's sting? Where grave, thy victory?
I triumph still, should thou abide with me.
Where is death's sting? Where grave, thy victory?
I triumph still, should thou abide with me.
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Who like thyself my guide and stay can be?
Through cloud and sunshine, O abide with me.
Who like thyself my guide and stay can be?
Through cloud and sunshine, O abide with me.
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Hold thou thy cross before, before my closing eyes,
shine through the gloom and point me to the skies, and point me to the skies.
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Heaven's morning breaks and earth's vain shadows flee,
in life and death O Lord, abide with me.
Heaven's morning breaks and earth's vain shadows flee,
in life and death O Lord, abide with me.
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Change and decay in everything I see;
Still, thou who changest not abide with me.
Change and decay in everything I see;
Still, thou who changest not, abide with me.
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Thanks Eleanor Forte
Much loved and frequently sung at funeral events, 'Abide with me'​ is a Christian hymn by Scottish Anglican Henry Francis Lyte, most usually sung to the music 'Eventide' by William Henry Monk. This is a new version of the music.
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From Wikipedia...
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The author of the hymn, Henry Francis Lyte, was an Anglican minister. He was a curate in County Wexford from 1815 to 1818. According to a plaque erected in his memory in Taghmon Church, he preached frequently in Killurin Church, about nine miles from there. During that time the rector of Killurin Parish, the Reverend Abraham Swanne, was a lasting influence on Lyte's life and ministry. Later he was vicar of All Saints' Church in Brixham, Devon, England.
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For most of his life Lyte suffered from poor health, and he would regularly travel abroad for relief, as was customary at that time.
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There is some controversy as to the exact dating of the text to "Abide with Me". An article in The Spectator, 3 Oct. 1925, says that Lyte composed the hymn in 1820 while visiting a dying friend. It was related that Lyte was staying with the Hore family in County Wexford and had visited an old friend, William Augustus Le Hunte, who was dying. As Lyte sat with the dying man, William kept repeating the phrase "abide with me…". After leaving William's bedside, Lyte wrote the hymn and gave a copy of it to Le Hunte's family.
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The belief is that when Lyte felt his own end approaching twenty-seven years later at the age of 54, as he developed tuberculosis, he recalled the lines he had written so many years before in County Wexford. The Biblical link for the hymn is Luke 24:29 in which the disciples asked Jesus to abide with them "for it is toward evening and the day is spent". Using his friend's more personal phrasing "Abide with Me", Lyte composed the hymn. His daughter, Anna Maria Maxwell Hogg, recounts the story of how "Abide with Me" came out of that context:
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The summer was passing away, and the month of September (that month in which he was once more to quit his native land) arrived, and each day seemed to have a special value as being one day nearer his departure. His family were surprised and almost alarmed at his announcing his intention of preaching once more to his people. His weakness and the possible danger attending the effort, were urged to prevent it, but in vain. "It was better", as he used to say often playfully, when in comparative health, "to wear out than to rust out". He felt that he should be enabled to fulfil his wish, and feared not for the result. His expectation was well founded. He did preach, and amid the breathless attention of his hearers, gave them a sermon on the Holy Communion ... In the evening of the same day he placed in the hands of a near and dear relative the little hymn, "Abide with Me", with an air of his own composing, adapted to the words.
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