Abide With Me

 "The Lord is near to the brokenhearted; He saves the contrite in spirit."
(Psalm 34:18)

"Security"

David Bowman

David Bowman Art

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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; and its glories pass away

Change and decay in all around I see;

O Thou who changes 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 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.

"Abide With Me"
(1847)
Henry Francis Lyte
(1793-1847)
Anglican clergyman, hymn writer, and poet.