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.

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.

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.

Tune: EVENTIDE Words by Henry F. Lyte, 1847, music by William H. Monk, 1861.

All creatures of our God and King,
Lift up your voice and with us sing,
Alleluia! Alleluia!
Thou burning sun with golden beam,
Thou silver moon with softer gleam.
O praise Him! O praise Him!
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!

Thou rushing wind that art so strong,
Ye clouds that sail in Heaven along,
O praise Him! Alleluia!
Thou rising morn, in praise rejoice,
Ye lights of evening, find a voice!
O praise Him! O praise Him!
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!

Thou flowing water, pure and clear,
Make music for thy Lord to hear,
O praise Him! Alleluia!
Thou fire so masterful and bright,
That givest man both warmth and light.
O praise Him! O praise Him!
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!

All hail, King Jesus.
All hail, Emmanuel.
King of kings
And Lord of Lords,
Bright Morning Star.
Throughout all eternity,
I’m going to praise Him;
And forevermore,
I will reign with Him.

All hail, King Jesus.
All hail, Emmanuel.
King of kings
And Lord of Lords,
Bright Morning Star.
Throughout all eternity,
I’m going to praise Him;
And forevermore,
I will reign with Him.

©Dayspring Music c/o Word Music Group, Inc.

All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful:
The Lord God made them all.

Each little flower that opens,
Each little bird that sings,
He made their glowing colors,
He made their tiny wings.

All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful:
The Lord God made them all.

The purple headed mountains,
The river running by,
The sunset and the morning,
That brightens up the sky