Abide with me by Henry Francis Lyte, 1847

The tune to this hymn was written by W.H. Monk in 1861.

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!

I need Your presence every passing hour,
what but Your grace can foil the tempter’s pow’r?
Who like Yourself my guide and stay can be?
Through cloud and sunshine, 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, You, who do not change, abide with me!

I fear no foe, with You 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 You abide with me!

Hold You Your cross before my closing eyes;
shine through 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!