Who like thyself my guide and stay can be?
Thro' cloud and sunshine, oh, abide with me!
4 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 Francis Lyte, 1847.
57 Eventide. 10s.
Closing Hymn.
Savior, again to thy dear name we raise