This is How

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,
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 pow’r?
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,
tears lose their bitterness;
Where is death’s sting?
Where, grave, thy victory?
I triumph still,
abide with me.

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.

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