ABIDE WITH ME v.2
Swift to its 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!
This hymn was written by Henry Francis Lyte, who was vicar in the fishing village of Lower Brixham, Devonshire, England in 1847. He suffered from a lung condition which deteriorated into tuberculosis. After preaching his last sermon before leaving for a holiday in Italy, he walked along the coast in quiet prayer, then retired to his room, emerging an hour later with the hymn, “Abide With Me.” His diseased lungs gave out a few months later. “Abide With Me” was first sung at his memorial service.