p 2 Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day; mf O Thou who changest not, (p) abide with me. f 3 I need Thy presence every passing hour; er What but Thy grace can foil the tempter's power? Through cloud and sunshine, Lord, (p) abide with me. f 4 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. p 5 Hold Thou Thy Cross before my closing eyes: f Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows flee: 4. F. Lyte p 2 Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day; mf O Thou, Who changest not, (p) abide with me. er What but Thy grace can foil the tempter's power? ƒ Through cloud and sunshine, Lord, (p) abide with me. f 4 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. p 5 Hold Thou Thy Cross before my closing eyes; cr Shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies; H. F. Lyte mf2 Once more 't is eventide, and we Oppress'd with various ills draw near; What if Thy form we cannot see? er We know and feel that Thou art here. mf 3 O Saviour Christ, our woes dispel; For some are sick, and some are sad, And some have never loved Thee well, And some have lost the love they had. mf 4 And some have found the world is vain, Yet from the world they break not free, And some have friends who give them pain, Yet have not sought a friend in The mf 5 And none, O Lord, have perfect rest, For none are wholly free from sin; And they who fain would love Thee best Are conscious most of wrong within. mf6 O Saviour Christ, Thou too art Man; Thou hast been troubled, tempted, tried, Thy kind, but searching glance can scan The very wounds that shame would hide f 7 Thy touch has still its ancient power; No word from Thee can fruitless fall; p Hear, in this solemn evening hour, er And in Thy mercy heal us all. |