Abide With Me

by:  Henry F. Lyte


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 prescence 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, oh, abide with me!


I fear no foe with The at hand to bless;

Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness;

Where is deaths 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!