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 lifeÂ’s little day;
EarthÂ’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;
What but thy grace can foil the tempterÂ’s powÂ’r?
Who, like thyself, my guide and stay can be?
Through cloud and sunshine, lord, abide with me.

I fear no foe, with thee at hand to bless;
Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness;
Where is deathÂ’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;
HeavÂ’nÂ’s morning breaks, and earthÂ’s vain shadows flee;
In life, in death, o lord, abide with me.