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. //
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. //
Not a brief glance I beg, a passing word; / But as Thou dwell’st with Thy disciples, Lord, / Familiar, condescending, patient, free. / Come not to sojourn, but abide with me. //
Come not in terrors, as the King of kings, / But kind and good, with healing in Thy wings, / Tears for all woes, a heart for every plea— / Come, Friend of sinners, and thus bide with me. //
Thou on my head in early youth didst smile; / And, though rebellious and perverse meanwhile, / Thou hast not left me, oft as I left Thee, / On to the close, O Lord, abide with me. //
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. //
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. / Heaven’s morning breaks, and earth’s vain shadows flee; / In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me. //
edited on: Thursday October 18, 2007 17:27 PM