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Abide With Me

Susan Lindquist

Key:
Db
Vocal Range:
Low
Pitch Range:
BB3-DB5
Key:
Eb
Vocal Range:
Medium
Pitch Range:
C4-EB5
Key:
F
Vocal Range:
High
Pitch Range:
D4-F5-2
Composer:
Susan Lindquist
Lyricist:
Henry Francis Lyte
Publisher:
SLVivace
Instrumentation:
Keyboard/Vocal
Keys:
Db
,
Eb
,
F
Vocal Ranges:
High
,
Low
,
Medium
Vocal Pitch Ranges:
Bb3 - Db5
,
C4 - Eb5
,
D4 - F5
MP3 Duration:
02:43

Abide with Me. Words: Henry Francis Lyte and Bertha H. Woods. Music: “Eventide,” arr. by Susan I. Lindquist. © 1998

Lyrics

Abide with Me
Music: “Eventide,” by William H. Monk, arr. by Susan I. Lindquist
Words: Bertha H. Woods, based on hymn by H. F. Lyte (CS Hymn 7)
Henry Francis Lyte (CS Hymn 8)

CS Hymn 7
Abide with me; fast breaks the morning light;
Our daystar rises, banishing all night;
Thou art our strength, O Truth that maketh free,
We would unfailingly abide in Thee.

I know no fear, with Thee at hand to bless,
Sin hath no power and life no wretchedness;
Health, hope and love in all around I see
For those who trustingly abide in Thee.

I know Thy presence every passing hour,
I know Thy peace, for Thou alone art power;
O Love divine, abiding constantly,
I need not plead, Thou dost abide with me.

CS Hymn 8
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.

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.

This arrangement: © 1998 SLVivace

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