1
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!
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