Stay with Me


DONAL THOMPSON

By Henry Francis Lyte (lyrics); William Henry Monk (music) – Hymns Ancient and Modern, 1861.

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 terror, 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, thus abide 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, Lord, 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

Stay with me; evening falls quickly,
The darkness grows deeper; Lord, stay with me.
When other helpers fail and comforts disappear,
Helper of the helpless, oh, stay with me.

Life’s day swiftly ends;
Earth’s joys fade; its glories vanish;
I see change and decay everywhere;
Oh You who never change, stay with me.

I don’t ask for a brief visit, a passing word,
But as You stayed with Your disciples, Lord,
Familiar, condescending, patient, free.
Come not to visit, but stay with me.

Come not in terror, as the King of kings,
But kind and good, with healing in Your wings;
Tears for all woes, a heart for every plea.
Come, Friend of sinners, stay with me.

You smiled on me in my early youth,
And though rebellious and wayward,
You have not left me, even when I left You.
To the end, O Lord, stay with me.

I need Your presence every hour.
What but Your grace can counter the tempter’s power?
Who, like You, can be my guide and stay?
Through cloud and sunshine, Lord, stay with me.

I fear no foe, with You at hand to bless;
Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness.
Where is death’s sting? Where, grave, is your victory?
I triumph still, if You stay with me.

Hold Your cross before my closing eyes;
Shine through the gloom and point me to the skies.
Heaven’s morning breaks, and earth’s vain shadows fle

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In life, in death, O Lord, stay with me.


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