You might be familiar with the hymn ‘Abide With Me’ already, but did you know it was originally written by Henry Francis Lyte as a poem? The tune we usually sing it to these days is actually called ‘Eventide’, and was composed by William Henry Monk. Either way, it’s so beautiful – I just love its sincerity and simplicity.
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.
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, Lord, 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 vain shadows flee
In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.
What do you think? Do you have a favourite hymn?
Thanks for reading, and have a lovely day!