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 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,
O 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.