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 changes 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 strength can be? Through cloud and sunshine, O 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, your 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.