Henry Francis Lyte (Генри Фрэнсис Лит)
Abide with Me!
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!
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