Keeping with tradition, we closed the program with "Abide With Me". It gets me every time.
Abide with Me
By: Henry F. Lyle
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.
I need thy presence every passing hour;
What but thy grace can foil the tempter’s power?
Who like thy-self my guide and stay can be?
Through cloud and sunshine, 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 fear no foe with thee at hand to bless;
Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness
Where is death’s sting? Where, grave, they 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.
Hymn # 490
Lutheran Worship
Author: William H. Monk
Tune: Eventide
1st Published in: 1847
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