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.

Come not in terrors, as the King of kings;

But kind and good, with healing in Thy wings:

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 foil 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.