Abide With Me
  By H. F. Lyte, 1847

Abide with me! Fast falls the eventide,
The darkness deepens Ė 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 lifeís little day;
Earthís joys grow dim, its glories pass away;
Change and decay in all around I see;
Oh Thou, who changeth not, abide with me.
I need Thy presence every passing hour,
What but Thy grace can foil the tempterís power?
Who, like Thyself, my guide and stay can be?
Through cloud and sunshine, Oh, abide with me!
Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes;
Shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies;
Heavenís morning breaks and earthís vain shadows flee!
In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me!