Abide With Me (Eventide)

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 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 every 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, Lord, abide with me.
 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.
 Hold Thou Thy 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.