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> > 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!
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> > This hymn has a beautiful, haunting melody that nearly brings tears to my eyes whenever I hear it. It was written by Henry F. Lyte, a Methodist minister, in 1847--just a few months before his death. The words have actually been set to more than one melody, but the one I am thinking of is called "Eventide."
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> > The words to this hymn just seem wonderfully appropriate for a funeral or, "homegoing" as we call them in my church.
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> > 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 need Thy presence ev'ry passing hour;
> > What but Thy grace can foil the tempter's pow'r?
> > Who, like Thyself, my guide and stay can be?
> > Through cloud and sunshine, O abide with me!
> >
> > Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes;
> > Shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies.
> > Heav'n's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows flee!
> > In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.
> >
> > Grishny
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> Wow. I've never heard of it before, but I love the words to that hymn. Unfortunately, I can't seem to find any music for it online that matches your description. I've got a hymnal here at home that has "Eventide" as the music for the hymn, though, so maybe I can get my wife to pick it out on the keyboard for me.
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> Iss "earth's joys grow dim" achar

I can remember learning this hymn when I was about 10 for the school choir. We had to sing at an ANZAC ceremony and it was very moving.
I can still remember the tune...