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.
Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day;
Earths 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 every passing hour
What but Thy grace can foil the tempters pow'r?
Who, like Thyself, my guide and stay can be?
Through cloud and sunshine, Lord, abide with me.
I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless;
I'lls have no weight, and tears no bitterness;
Where is deaths sting? Where, grave, thy victory?
I triumph still, if Thou abide with me.
