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.