Abide with me; fast falls the eventide
 The darkness deepens, Lord with me abide
 When other helpers fail [bad word] 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 changest 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