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.

I need Thy presence every passing hour;

Be ever near me, hold me by Thy pow’r.

Who, like Thyself, my guide and stay can be?

Through cloud and sunshine, Lord, abide with me.

The wicked perish and destruction find,

Even their thoughts shall come no more to mind.

When evildoers die no life they see,

But all Thy saved ones shall abide with Thee!

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.

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