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Abide With Me
by Henry F. Lyte, 1793-1847

performed by Olga Otte on the Reuter opus #822 pipe organ.

1. 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.

2. I need thy presence
Every passing hour;
What but thy grace
Can foil the tempter's pow'r?
Who like thyself
My guide and stay can be?
Through cloud and sunshine
Oh, abide with me.

3. Swift to it's close
Ebbs out life's little day;
Earth's joys grow dim,
It's glories pass away;
Change and decay
In all around I see;
O thou who changest not,
Abide with me

4. 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.

5. 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.

6. 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,
O Lord, abide with me.

7. I fear no foe,
With thee at hand to bless;
Ills have no weight,
And terars no bitterness.
Where is death's sting?
Where, grave, thy victory?
I triumph still,
If thou abide with me!

8. Hold thou thy cross
Before my closing eyes,
Shine through the gloom,
And point me to the skies;
Heav'n's morning breaks,
And earth's vain shadows flee;
In life, in death,
O Lord, abide with me.

Olga Otte, is the organist at St. Paul's Lutheran Church, Cortland, Indiana

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