| Song | Abide With Me! Fast Falls The Eventide |
| Content Description | “Abide With Me! Fast Falls The Eventide” is a beloved Christian hymn that expresses a deep longing for God’s presence in times of weakness, uncertainty, and life’s closing moments. Written by Henry Francis Lyte, this timeless worship song offers comfort, peace, and assurance of God’s abiding presence through every season. Often sung in evening services and memorials, the hymn speaks of hope in both life and death. The “Abide With Me lyrics” continue to resonate with believers, reminding them that God remains near, guiding and sustaining them through darkness and into eternal light. |
| Album | Christian Hymnal – Series 2 |
| Genre | Praise & Worship |
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| Publisher / Copyrights | John Wesley’s Collection of Hymns |
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| Tags | classic hymn, evening hymn, funeral hymn, worship, comfort |
| Theme(s) | God’s Presence, Comfort, Hope, Trust, Life & Death |
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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!
Earth’s Joys Grow Dim, Its Glories Pass Away;
Change And Decay In All Around I See.
Oh 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 Every Youth Didst Smile,
And Though Rebellious And Perverse Meanwhile,
Thou Hast Not Left Me, Oft As I Left Thee.
On To The Close, Oh 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, Oh, 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.
Shine Through The Gloom, And Point Me To The Skies.
Heaven’s Morning Breaks, And Earth’s Vain Shadows Flee;
In Life, In Death, Oh Lord, Abide With Me!
