102. 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, Oh, 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;
What but Thy grace can foil the tempter’s power?
Who like Thyself my guide and stay can be?
Through cloud and sunshine, Lord abide with me.
4 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.
5 Reveal Thyself before my closing eyes,
Shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies,
Heaven’s morning breaks and earths’ vain shadows flee;
In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.