“Abide with me, fast falls the eventide.”
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 thou, who changest not, abide with me.
3 I need thy presence every passing hour;