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Abide with Me

Henry Francis Lyte · 32 lines

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; its glories pass away:
Change and decay in all around I see;
O Thou, who changest not, abide with me!

Not a brief glance I beg, a passing word,
But as Thou dwell’st with Thy disciples, Lord,
Familiar, condescending, patient, free,
Come, not to sojourn, but abide, with me!

Come not in terrors, as the King of kings;
But kind and good, with healing in Thy wings:
Tears for all woes, a heart for every plea.
Come, Friend of sinners, and thus bide with me!

Thou on my head in early youth didst smile,
And, though rebellious and perverse meanwhile,
Thou hast not left me, oft as I left Thee.
On to the close, O Lord, 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, 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, thy victory?
I triumph still, if Thou abide with me.

Hold then 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 and death, O Lord, abide with me!

About this reading

Henry Francis Lyte wrote these words in September 1847, at the close of his life, while he was the Church of England minister at Lower Brixham in Devon. The memoir his daughter wrote says he preached his last sermon there on September 4 and gave the hymn to a relative that evening. He died at Nice in November.

All eight verses, as Lyte's Remains printed them in 1850. Most hymnals leave out three of them, and later printings differ in a few words; the last verse begins "Hold Thou thy cross" in his Miscellaneous Poems of 1868.

First published
1847
Text from
Remains of the Late Rev. Henry Francis Lyte (London, 1850)

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