1 Abide with me! Fast falls the eventide;
The darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide!
2 Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day;
Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away;
3 Come not in terrors, as the King of kings;
But kind and good, with healing in Thy wings:
4 I need Thy presence every passing hour:
What but Thy grace can foil the tempter's power?
5 I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless:
Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness: