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 no 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.