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Eventide (William H. Monk)

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Editor: Alberto Orlandini (submitted 2008-05-06).   Score information: A4, 1 page, 46 kbytes   Copyright: Public Domain
Edition notes: Abide With Me, presented in Italian translation as Resta con noi. Key: E flat major.
Editor: Douglas Walczak (submitted 2007-10-25).   Score information: Letter, 1 page, 64 kbytes   Copyright: Public Domain
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General Information

Title: Abide with me
Hymnist: Henry Francis Lyte
Tune: Eventide
Composer: William H. Monk

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
Genre: SacredHymn

Language: English
Instruments: a cappella
Published:

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Original text and translations

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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, 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, in death, O Lord, abide with me!

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