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

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

I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless
Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness
Where death's sting? Where, grave, thy victory?
I triumph still, if Thou abide with me

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