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Libera - Abide With Me Libera - Abide With Me |
| 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
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 |
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