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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, oh, 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 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, abide with me
Songwriters: Henry Francis Lyte / Will Henry MonkAbide with Me lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
This is a recurring song / prayer at mass that never fails to move me. Strangely enough, it appears when I need it the most, when my soul is troubled. When all fails, prayer and faith pull me through the darkness.