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.
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
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,
Lord,
abide with me.
4
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!