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<poem>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 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, O abide with me. | |||
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. | |||
Hold Thou Thy 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!</poem> | |||
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- CPDL #10586:
- Editor: Douglas Walczak (submitted 2007-10-25). Score information: letter, 1 page, 64 kbytes Copyright: Public Domain
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- CPDL #xxxxx: LilyPond
- Editor: Alberto Orlandini (submitted 2008-05-06). Score information: A4, 1 page, 46 kbytes Copyright: Public Domain
- Edition notes: Abide With Me, presented in Italian translation as Resta con noi. Key: E flat major.
General Information
Title: Abide with me
Hymnist: Henry Francis Lyte
Tune: Eventide
Composer: William H. Monkcreate page
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Sacred, Hymns
Language: English
Instruments: a cappella
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Original text and translations
English text
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 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, O abide with me.
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.
Hold Thou Thy 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!