Abide With Me
Jimmy Carroll, Henry Lyte, William Henry Monk
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 changes not, abide with me
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
Help of the helpless, O abide with me
