Abide with me | SATB with Descant | with Lyrics
Abide with me #SATB #with_lyrics Hymnal - Songs and Solos Parts - SATB For better performance, use headphones. Lyrics by Henry Francis Lyte (Scottish Anglican cleric - 1847) Music - William Henry Monk (1861) Tune - Eventide The above details were taken from Internet Arrangement: First Stanza first two lines - Soprano and Alto Second Stanza first two lines - Soprano and Tenor Third Stanza first two lines - Soprano and Bass Rest all - SATB Fourth Stanza - Added Descant Lyrics: 1. 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. 2. 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. 3. Come not in terrors, as the King of kings; But kind and good, with healing in Thy wings: Tears for all woes, a heart for every plea; Come, Friend of sinners, thus abide with me. 4. 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, oh, abide with me.
Abide with me #SATB #with_lyrics Hymnal - Songs and Solos Parts - SATB For better performance, use headphones. Lyrics by Henry Francis Lyte (Scottish Anglican cleric - 1847) Music - William Henry Monk (1861) Tune - Eventide The above details were taken from Internet Arrangement: First Stanza first two lines - Soprano and Alto Second Stanza first two lines - Soprano and Tenor Third Stanza first two lines - Soprano and Bass Rest all - SATB Fourth Stanza - Added Descant Lyrics: 1. 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. 2. 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. 3. Come not in terrors, as the King of kings; But kind and good, with healing in Thy wings: Tears for all woes, a heart for every plea; Come, Friend of sinners, thus abide with me. 4. 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, oh, abide with me.