Abide with me, fast falls the eventide;
The darkness deepens;
Still 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 changes not,
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.