Hymn – Abide with me

Abide with me; fast fall the eventide;

The darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide.

When other helpers fail and comforts flee,

Help of the helpless, O abide with me.

Thou on my head in early youth did smile;

And though rebellious and perverse meanwhile,

Thou has not left me, oft as I left thee,

On to the close, O 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.