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 lifes little day;
Earths 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 tempters
Who, like Thyself, my guide and stay can be?
Through cloud and sunshine, Lord, abide with
I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless;
Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness;
Where is deaths sting? Where, grave, thy
victory?
I triumph still, if Thou abide with me.

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