Abide With Me

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!

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!

Henry F. Lyte,
William H. Monk