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;
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 every 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,
Lord, 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;
Heav’n’s morning breaks, and earth’s
vain shadows flee;
In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.