Abide with Me

Abide with me, fast falls the eventide;

the darkness deepens; still with me abide.

When other helpers fail, and comforts flee,

help of the helpless, oh, abide with me.

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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 changes not, abide with me.

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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.