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 Lord who changes not, abide with me

3 I need your presence every passing hour

What but your grace can foil the tempter's power?

Who like yourself my guide and strength can be?

Through cloud and sunshine, O abide with me

4 I fear no foe with you at hand to bless

Though ills have weight

And tears their bitterness

Where is death's sting?

Where, grave, your victory?

I triumph still, if you abide with me