Abide with me, fast falls the even tide

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 temper’s power?

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

Heaven’s morning breaks

And earth’s vain shadows flee

In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.