1 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. 2 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 Lord who changes not, abide with me. 3 I need your presence every passing hour. What but your grace can foil the tempter's power? Who like yourself my guide and strength can be? Through cloud and sunshine, O abide with me. 4 I fear no foe with you at hand to bless, Though ills have weight, And tears their bitterness. Where is death's sting? Where, grave, your victory? I triumph still, if you abide with me.