Abide with Me

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 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, Lord, abide
	with me.


4.	I fear no foe, with thee at hand to bless;
	
	ills have no weight, and tears not bitterness.
	Where is death's sting? Where, grave, thy
	victory?
	I triumph still, if thou abide with me.
	


5.	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.

Words by:

Henry F. Lyte
Music by:

W.H. Monk