ABIDE with me; fast falls the eventide;
The darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide:
When other helper fail, and comforts flee,
Help of the helpless, oh, abide with me!
Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day;
Earth's joy grows dim, its glories pass away;
Change and decay in all around I see;
O Thou, who changest not, abide with me.
Come not In terrors, as the King of kings;
But kind and good, with healing in Thy wing;
Tears for all woes, a heart for every plea;
Come, Friend of sinners, thus abide with me.
I need Thy presence every passing hour;
What but Thy grace can foils, the tempter's power?
Who like Thyself my guide and stay can be?
Through cloud and sunshine, oh, 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;
Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows flee;
In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me!