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Uploaded on Jun 1, 2011
Text: Henry Lyte (1793-1847) Musik: William Henry Monk (1823-1889)
Abide with me, fast forth the eventide The darkness deepens, Lord abide with me When other helpers fail and comforts flee Help of the helpless, 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, that victory I triumph still if Thou abide with me
Hold Thou thy cross before my closen eyes Shine throught 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 In life, in death, O Lord abide with me