Abide With Me

Song: Henry Francis Lyte.

Abide with me, fast falls the even tide,
The darkness deepens, Lord, with me abide.

When other helpers fail and comforts flee,
Help of the helpless, O 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 ev’ry passing hour;
What but Thy grace can foil the tempter’s pow’r?

Who like Thyself my guide and stay can be?
Through cloud and sunshine, O abide with me!

Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes,
Shine thro’ the gloom, and point me to the skies.

Heav’n’s morning breaks, and earth’s vain shadows flee,
In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me!