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Abide with Me! Fast Falls the Eventide

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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 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 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 and death, O Lord abide with me!

A-men

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William Henry Monk
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La Biblioteca

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Autor
William Henry Monk
Título
Abide with Me! Fast Falls the Eventide
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Época
Modernismo
Sala
La Biblioteca
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Cita recomendada
William Henry Monk, «Abide with Me! Fast Falls the Eventide», Poetósfera, poetosfera.com/p/ws-en-abide-with-me-fast-falls-the-eventide--william-henry-monk-e2e080.html

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