Abide With Me
Henry Francis Lyte / William Henry Monk
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
Oh, Thou who changest not, 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 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, oh Lord, abide with me
In life, in death, oh Lord, abide with me