Abide with Me (AYM 58)

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 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

4

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.