Kairos MEDIA

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

Not a brief glance I beg, a passing word

But as Thou dwell’st with Thy disciples, Lord

Familiar, condescending, patient, free

Come not to sojourn, but abide with me

Come not in terrors, as the King of kings

But kind and good, with healing in Thy wings

Tears for all woes, a heart for every plea—

Come, Friend of sinners, and thus bide with me

I need Thy presence every hour

What but Thy grace can foil the tempter’s power?

Who, like Thyself, my guide and stay can be?

Through cloud and sunshine, Lord, 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

Words by Henry Francis Lyte 1793-1847

Music by Paul Harvey

This arrangement © Paul Harvey 2008