WRITTEN BY: Henry Francis LyteCOMPOSED BY: William H. Monk 1. 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.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 powerWho, like Thyself, my guide and stay can beThrough 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 victoryI triumph still, if Thou abide with me!